by pbsartist | Nov 29, 2020 | OPENstudio
My birthday coming soon; Is that what is up? I am rebirthing. 54 years after that first day; my body, mind, spirit, are again in the process of contraction. The force that forced me from my original home is at work once again, pushing me, compressing me, squeezing me...
by pbsartist | Nov 24, 2020 | OPENstudio
Ron Padgett said this in his Now You See It poem from back when (not all that long ago really, but everything feels long ago any more) back when before the change before the virus ran rampant across a country and then a globe who knows, maybe across a universe we are...
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...
