by pbsartist | Nov 4, 2018 | OPENstudio
Just what I needed this morning spoken through the pages of Things that Join the Sea and the Sky while a gentle singing bowl rang in the background and the swoosh of rubber tires on asphalt skimmed by just outside the slightly open window with blinds pulled full-open...
by pbsartist | Oct 30, 2018 | OPENstudio
To call. All I need is a small uncluttered space somewhere to hold my brush a palette a pen and pad. I am content with a bed a few pieces of clothing and a good pair of socks and walking shoes to take me far and wide across the expanse of the world in which my feet...
by pbsartist | Oct 28, 2018 | OPENstudio
a small desk facing south as the sun rises and meters across the sky out the edge of the window top warming the top of my head and allowing in just for the hour or so it is there in that frame my mind to alight this Sunday morning to the possibility that despite...
by pbsartist | Oct 23, 2018 | OPENstudio
I cling. Accusing myself as I do to things dried up but the question remains to what and how has drying occurred? The day I turned around and saw over my shoulder myself sabotaging the very thing I’d given life so preciously to that day that day opened my eyes...
by pbsartist | Oct 21, 2018 | OPENstudio
because the one we’re in is just right now if we’re lucky but then without social media or a selfie or a blog post reliving it it rises up tonight as I sit with zinfandel in front of the street-glossed window or tomorrow when my dew-tinted sneakers...
