by pbsartist | Jan 3, 2022 | OPENstudio
The earth is heavyand opaquewithout dreams.Anais Nin I woke from a heavy dream, probably induced by evening beer and call to my parents, the night prior. Not the best way to close one day and connect to the welcome of another. The dream, heavy, full of my brother and...
by pbsartist | Jan 2, 2022 | OPENstudio
Year’s end,All cornersOf this floating world, Swept.Matsuo Basho I ordered seeds for planting today. January seems like the likeliest time of any. Spring seeds begin in winter, when the earth is a mess of mud at the least, frozen unforgiving ice and snow at the...
by pbsartist | Jan 1, 2022 | OPENstudio
Dear Frau V.,Your questions are unanswerable because you want to know how one ought to live. One lives as one can. There is no single, definite way for the individual which is prescribed for him or would be the proper one. If that’s what you want you had best join the...
by pbsartist | Jan 1, 2022 | OPENstudio
The trees outside sway and stammer, no different than yesterday the birds gather a little later but all the same; the same as yesterday My eyes open to the dark that is morning winter the trees bare my fingers ache to bear fruit; to order seeds, to see spring take...
by pbsartist | Dec 28, 2021 | OPENstudio
The radical step is to let ourselves alone. David Whyte A person I think needs to get a little bit drunk to be here a full week. I am not short changing silence and solitude by any means, in suggesting this. But after two days of no real, or rather habituated contact...
