by pbsartist | Apr 24, 2026 | OPENstudio
it is difficult to describe how it feels or what I sense when I can see that I exist it is a broad horizon or maybe a deep expanse or just a sweet small room all at once everything it means nothing to me now that was yesterday but still yet at the center of my self a...
by pbsartist | Apr 22, 2026 | OPENstudio
I am like Pessoa the sort of person always on the fringe of what one belongs to seeing not only the multitude a part of but also the wide-open spaces around it a soul entirely impatient with itself bit by bit conquering the terrain color by color taking back what is...
by pbsartist | Apr 20, 2026 | OPENstudio
my self is my sieve for reality how else can I possibly reconcile the nerves touching the end of the pathway stretched out taught this direction to go this figment of fixity this fluidity of matter this illusion of world this color called...
by pbsartist | Apr 18, 2026 | OPENstudio
I leave the door just ajar late spring chill feels warm after months of deep dark freeze this too then the soul how do I trust the crack in the doorway a final return life arrives
by pbsartist | Apr 16, 2026 | OPENstudio
The sun a memory at eight urrendered collapse to sheets before the clock could even contemplate the closing of the shops and empty streets now the chime—a solitary stroke— a cold metallic one against the wall I am the only consciousness awoke standing where the...
