by pbsartist | Jan 23, 2017 | Uncategorized
I’ve wandered into big wonder many times in my life the child, wildly birthed from my own body gently cradled into my arms. the workshop faces, staring back at me, the eager eyes, telling me I have something good and get to...
by pbsartist | Jan 1, 2017 | Uncategorized
There is a deep quiet in these winter months. I profess as I often do, that we were meant to hibernate these short, cold days away…. But in this quite-this week in particular with the anticipation of the coming new year and now it, 2017, crawling under the...
by pbsartist | Dec 29, 2016 | OPENstudio
The whoosh and swirl of the wind was intoxicating. I felt I was in it it here atop this turret this witches hat this haven from so much below. Just me the wind here the road the dogs bark the porch light the walking dark so far away so far down there. Just me here the...
by pbsartist | Dec 25, 2016 | Uncategorized
There is a silken veil of fog only darkness knows about and perhaps the reflective cloud-sky. darkness, the sky, and the one light left on by a distracted hand shining from the garage eve onto a circle-patch of damp lawn and me. the air is oddly warm but not...
by pbsartist | Dec 19, 2016 | Uncategorized
There is still a surprised disbelief that I am here. That these hands becoming spotted this hair thinning and greyed these knees-are they really mine?!- showing signs of- seen on my grandmother!- elephant-likeness…. utter surprise. Aging is a strange...
