by pbsartist | Nov 24, 2020 | OPENstudio
before I draw that final breath before I paint the sky with my cells before I color the earth with my blood I will find out exactly what it is like to be the happiest the one who knows what it is that keeps me here and holds the hand of the earth to my...
by pbsartist | Nov 22, 2020 | OPENstudio
If the world, what world?! were to see me now, feeling so lost, so without, so nothing, what would the world say? The world-what world?!-my world-what world?!-were to see me now, baking and eating, waking and ignoring paint, ignoring words, casting aside because there...
by pbsartist | Nov 17, 2020 | OPENstudio
In autumn when all the pretty things lie their heads down releasing this final burden and the full moon of October costumed in laughter calls me out to play with the swirls of color spinning around my heels I run as if pursued in those first breaths before slowing...
by pbsartist | Nov 15, 2020 | OPENstudio
What do we really know of silence? The pause after comment, that drags on until realized; a response will never come. What are we left with, but our own interpretations? What is held there, in that space that fills? Is it beyond one’s mind, surely yes, to...
by pbsartist | Nov 10, 2020 | OPENstudio
They say it will fade with time I know it is true of things like fractions from fifth grade and the boy who had a crush on me in high school. It has been two years. Threshold stands open and feet ready to step through. Yet, there is nothing. No weighted breath comes...
by pbsartist | Nov 8, 2020 | OPENstudio
Passion can burn. But burn burns out. When one is so sure, so assured, then wakes to a new day lost and confused, what has one got? Where is the truth? How does one go onto be when it appears as if everything is nothing and no thing can enlighten. What then is the...
