by pbsartist | Jun 30, 2020 | OPENstudio
Have I preserved enough of my self and lived to touch enough of the world around me in a way that will ensure that does ensure the future of generations-let’s call them human-find me there in the biology of...
by pbsartist | Jun 28, 2020 | OPENstudio
this is not the first time I have disappeared into something beautiful. When my knees are just slightly lower than my hips, where I find myself perched in the morning dark, sometimes moon there through the window as I glance up, takes my breath away. Some days I can...
by pbsartist | Jun 23, 2020 | OPENstudio
They fell as we say they do across the path as I walked gently not disturbing a thing or so I told myself. Each blade of grass, each tender shoot of growth and wriggling worm no worse the wear for my passing. A short cut, as we can so easily name it. Yet as I pass...
by pbsartist | Jun 16, 2020 | OPENstudio
If something is given, it is there and you have it in your hand, what good is it, what good does it get to be, if you, the holder of it, stop with it in your hand and do not begin? It is all here for us to use, use to go on. There is no life in stopping before it has...
by pbsartist | Jun 14, 2020 | OPENstudio
Are there wolves at my door? Surely, it is possible. I needn’t get myself lost in the contemplation of these unknowns though. If they come, if they growl and stand teeth bared, then it is so. It will be just that. In the meantime, I go on, brush in hand, and create...
