by pbsartist | Jul 24, 2017 | EncaustiCamp, Uncategorized
The hum of the fan wakes me or so I first guess as I open my eyes but then I see it the view just beyond the cheap metal blinds and narrowing my focus past the tired personality- less walls the water the trees swaying in an early quick breeze the grass green from...
by pbsartist | Jul 23, 2017 | EncaustiCamp, Uncategorized
prayer is your gift to us rather than what you ask of us~ In truth, I much prefer living inside the generous pocket of silence. There is nothing in it which can later turn around and take a bite of my heart After all, we never really know if we are right. Or...
by pbsartist | Jul 20, 2017 | Uncategorized
a hundred times a thousand. perhaps millions. the effort to tell has been given so many words so much expression so much beauty yet even in this it all falls short until you read it in yourself.
by pbsartist | Jul 20, 2017 | OPENstudio
there was nothing familiar about it Absolutely nothing unless of course I went to the city the seedy side the sketchy memories of rolled up car windows and tightly locked doors only in passing-through moments fleeting, in my memories return. yet it lives now boldly...
by pbsartist | Jul 17, 2017 | Uncategorized
you are not mine alone perhaps you never were belonging to the wind and the earth to the sky and the trees even now I see to the buildings to the doors to the lights to the music to the mirrors to the world outside of me. but my child my child i must today tell...
