by pbsartist | Apr 2, 2019 | OPENstudio
an umbrella a bridge walked under the ceiling a roof that person arms lifted rising next to me helmet even atop my head caressing my hair my scalp I can feel it there as if every hair were alight with the safety the protection the overarching height of everything...
by pbsartist | Mar 31, 2019 | OPENstudio
Altered plans It’s difficult to alter plans. I am not sure if it is stubbornness or perseverance which dominates the angst behind the alter. I leave St Walburg in a few hours. A call from my Louisville gallery has offered a nice out, outing, to take me away ahead of...
by pbsartist | Mar 30, 2019 | OPENstudio
One’s capacity at the moment. A line of cars-so many SUVs in one place!-surround my hideaway. Being the only pilgrim squirreled away in the monastery guest house I suspect that all these mothers, fathers, caregivers, doing the carpool lane for the school have no...
by pbsartist | Mar 29, 2019 | OPENstudio
Taking flight~ The feelings that make us want to run away are buried treasure, full of energy and inspiration if we are willing to look. Madisyn Taylor I’m at St Walburg Monastery this morning. Writing from a corner desk in my corner room in this three-story house;...
by pbsartist | Mar 26, 2019 | OPENstudio
that struck me in the end cracked the cynical veneer flaked away the dried up stories the whys and because ofs the moon afterall is there afterall all after thoughts misplaced fingers pointed tired lines across my eyes distorted the rumble in my ears disturbed the...
by pbsartist | Mar 25, 2019 | OPENstudio
nor something unique to us either as we sit and chat wine in hand perched under blankets on the living room couch we do what generations of humans before us have done lament the passing days uplift the beauty of life experience and ache for more as we live out our...
