by pbsartist | Oct 28, 2025 | OPENstudio
the air began to do more than offer itself to the daylight the trickle down my back told me it was time to step away I’d chosen this task and I intended to finish what I’d started funny how a great idea becomes a labor and only after time can show itself...
by pbsartist | Oct 26, 2025 | OPENstudio
a day dreaming the world then again asking to be seen an invitation to grasp life with both hands I place a call written in my hand across a pale indigo page to not disappoint myself the touch of cerulean sky that version ...
by pbsartist | Oct 24, 2025 | OPENstudio
the world can sometimes take my breath away I’d forgotten this 58 years on and things seems to be balanced on provision and enough yet today walking the dog a rote route we both memorized long ago instead of listening with buds popping I saw the yellow finches...
by pbsartist | Oct 22, 2025 | OPENstudio
I step out ready to step back inmy instinct has become to cautionyet her surprised presence was bedecked in delight my squirrels would love theseshe exclaimed the sunflowers bowing between ustheir regal heads stalwart on lean necksturned toward...
by pbsartist | Oct 20, 2025 | OPENstudio
the netted scrim catches my hair again I bat away the threads of this invisible intruder as if I were here first oh what wonder when it is not an intrusion that thing that dew does when it gets stuck in a spiders web sunlight diamonding off the petals of a new summer...
