by pbsartist | Nov 18, 2018 | OPENstudio
I wait in what I feel is patience and understanding the days ticking by no different really than any other assured as I am that it will come as it has so many times before and when it does even if this time there is once again that spot on the mind that says it may...
by pbsartist | Nov 13, 2018 | OPENstudio
something in my core needs revealing stillness turns me away there is no more everyday clamour yet i hear with the subtlety of my own life. the abrasive autumn despite its determination to sway me even.
by pbsartist | Nov 11, 2018 | OPENstudio
all present at the moment of emerging we benefit most when we become raw material for others there is nothing new but what we make of it by taking on what was becoming what is I have learned this slowly and not without a great deal of pain stripping away as is the...
by pbsartist | Nov 6, 2018 | OPENstudio
opening the way to something new I step out to do what is routine a walk downtown around the neighborhood across the parks only my feet know where we will step today and I simply follow along for this morning bit and yet when the toes turn and take me back through the...
by pbsartist | Nov 4, 2018 | OPENstudio
Just what I needed this morning spoken through the pages of Things that Join the Sea and the Sky while a gentle singing bowl rang in the background and the swoosh of rubber tires on asphalt skimmed by just outside the slightly open window with blinds pulled full-open...
by pbsartist | Oct 30, 2018 | OPENstudio
To call. All I need is a small uncluttered space somewhere to hold my brush a palette a pen and pad. I am content with a bed a few pieces of clothing and a good pair of socks and walking shoes to take me far and wide across the expanse of the world in which my feet...
