by pbsartist | Aug 30, 2020 | OPENstudio
the tea water sizzles, nearly ready the wax melts on the palette, almost time the yoga mat beckons, about there but first to finish here, in this space where my imaginings take form and slip into flight~
by pbsartist | Aug 25, 2020 | OPENstudio
I stretch the map of my childhood it veils the years since the 20’s, 30’s, 40’s and now 50’s taut scrim overlaying there my mother me I have gone there and we are not enmeshed in history one indistinguishable from the other in too many way yet...
by pbsartist | Aug 23, 2020 | OPENstudio
thanks for the nap seems an odd way to begin a psalm, especially one based on artistic expression but oh, the sight of the flowers growing in the beds with the arbor overall, bedecked in rich green foliage, draping the sunshine in shadows and cool oh, it was just...
by pbsartist | Aug 18, 2020 | OPENstudio
I must return to my cells my cell resonate resound with that which is there inside enclosed singing the unique song the sound my ears alone can hear. In this hidden place I can find myself more visibly human with that one word my name known to no one but myself and...
by pbsartist | Aug 16, 2020 | OPENstudio
I move along the passageway as if a storm’s great coming that first shows up in the wind and tumult of leaves across the pavement pushed me. No volition. No will of my own. The edge of the path begs me stop. Like a hand held to my chest, no more motion. She stands by...
by pbsartist | Aug 11, 2020 | OPENstudio
Wisdom derives from the word for taste. Taste and see we are told. this world, this life replete with flavor. each other, ourself, rich and hearty. Am I drinking my fill? Do I partake of the bounty before me? Is there silence, solitude, to see, to touch, to taste, as...
