by pbsartist | Apr 28, 2026 | OPENstudio
the accumulation behind my back lives not just days lined up like sentry at a wake shaking hands with the wizened skirts received along this vantaged line no remorse held in the basket of wilting lilies shuttered away even the cobwebs no longer cling to its dry stems...
by pbsartist | Apr 26, 2026 | OPENstudio
I can never begin to imagine getting to the bottom of things just as I think the final scrim has lifted a question arises like a bud in spring soil teased to the surface testing the tension between sight and depth shifting as it does recalibrated as a fresh film a...
by pbsartist | Apr 24, 2026 | OPENstudio
it is difficult to describe how it feels or what I sense when I can see that I exist it is a broad horizon or maybe a deep expanse or just a sweet small room all at once everything it means nothing to me now that was yesterday but still yet at the center of my self a...
by pbsartist | Apr 22, 2026 | OPENstudio
I am like Pessoa the sort of person always on the fringe of what one belongs to seeing not only the multitude a part of but also the wide-open spaces around it a soul entirely impatient with itself bit by bit conquering the terrain color by color taking back what is...
by pbsartist | Apr 20, 2026 | OPENstudio
my self is my sieve for reality how else can I possibly reconcile the nerves touching the end of the pathway stretched out taught this direction to go this figment of fixity this fluidity of matter this illusion of world this color called...
