435: a journey in encaustic: a memoire

old can be new again it touched me with a purpose paint those lines that color field this form those faces tell the story you do not even know you have to tell in color in heat in malleability take this substance that becomes a landscape flower hand soil rock sea an...

434: twilight call and response

hand me back to the day in which awe awokebirdsong and sunrise  constants  full of wonderhand me back to the day which held out timeless treats  not predictable  making them all the more richhand me back to the day where naivety was a blanket of...

432: like a desert

trace the ridges in your pocket worry stone long held runs a mirror at life like the rub of cold cream across the desert of your painted features the skin a geography of stories like so many others yet alone just yours life puts you under pressure tears plink...

431: group chat

dumbass butthead asshole they throw barbs in front of their mother! no shrinking violet I don’t mind the crass yet how do I teach them to build each other up even when they disagree disparity is an opportunity we better ourselves with each chance we have to see...