by pbsartist | Apr 12, 2020 | OPENstudio
That tree there leaning as it is oddly yet maybe not so now that I think about it for a tree leaning is not so odd over the fence as if peaking into the neighbors back yard curiosity getting the better of it taking a wiff of the grill smoke rising in the summer air...
by pbsartist | Apr 7, 2020 | OPENstudio
What is it called when you are what you are when you walk in the morning or stroll late at night the inbetween always there with you you have feelings for it and you know how to say it to yourself what you are yet when the resume comes called for and the words need a...
by pbsartist | Apr 5, 2020 | OPENstudio
What is written cannot be taken back despite the tattooers ink of technology and media delete for still the inbox shines as if brimming full I have sent off my message time and again trusting it reaches the one intended trusting I will in return hear what it is I am...
by pbsartist | Mar 31, 2020 | OPENstudio
You have this power…. It is in the hand that holds the brush pen charcoal stub. It comes from the deep place within that, when you take a moment to turn your ear to it tune- it flies furiously up to enfold your senses forever. This your soul speaking to the...
by pbsartist | Mar 29, 2020 | OPENstudio
it is not something that is sought and found as we have been taught and taught ourselves for so many generations it is something that is there just there always under the skin blended into the blush of the cheek swirled in and amongst the tips of fingers as they reach...
by pbsartist | Mar 24, 2020 | OPENstudio
That time you waited for, as you held arms tight at your side, saving the hug for next time. That time you closed the tab querying the interesting new pathway you discovered, thinking you were not ready. That time you told yourself everyone else was better so you...
