by pbsartist | Jul 19, 2020 | OPENstudio
the stunning beauty when I get back up from the place I believed was my last resting place. Resigned. Removed. Resolved. Gone. There are multitudes. Again. The beauty rises.
by pbsartist | Jul 14, 2020 | OPENstudio
I must work on myself is the foolishness of the decade. Return to the good that is there from the beginning and take off the mantel of self-transformation and actualization this current culture proclaims like a messiah. There is need for effort-always. We are created...
by pbsartist | Jul 12, 2020 | OPENstudio
fullness today. It seeps through my bones unexpectedly. Unexpected because there is so much out here in my world I did not think there was room for this Fullness inside. Nothingness though I now see. There has been a deadened nothingness within. It rose from the...
by pbsartist | Jul 7, 2020 | OPENstudio
Is this not superfluous secondary, if I am generous, to the existence of life day by day for me, and most certainly for the one there walking the dirt road to their next meal. Art. I tell myself I am here for a reason and I am living the route that reveals this, if...
by pbsartist | Jul 5, 2020 | OPENstudio
this mystery without words follows me into my life. The world outside my door that takes what I have to give when it knocks Not begging but asking all the same When I answer and go out into this world for the minute or the month even the year it asks for, I am not...
by pbsartist | Jun 30, 2020 | OPENstudio
Have I preserved enough of my self and lived to touch enough of the world around me in a way that will ensure that does ensure the future of generations-let’s call them human-find me there in the biology of...
