I must erupt from myself~

I must erupt from myself~

like the daffodils bursting yellow in the February frozen soil I can no longer be contained despite the solidity of force otherwise there is so much life breaking out~
runon: an object for a hands memory~

runon: an object for a hands memory~

We each laid, side by side, touching not just each other but ourselves and the tools in our hands as well It was in this connection, this touch to me, to you, to the preciousness each of us held in our hands, precious because they beget completion of our whole, the...
Care-taking: Ode to castle~

Care-taking: Ode to castle~

the noises can still startle me three years here in these walls. creaks and groans. welcome pains. new feet step where generations have run topple giggle tumble one after another through 138 years these old Victorian walls. I can feel them the years of living this...
runon. it simply is and I am that

runon. it simply is and I am that

I caught the moon this morning after a long going on of drought no-moon-in-my-morning-window what with my window being that of my sons borrowed bedroom 300 miles north with curtains drawn and facing the wrong way to the sky anyway there is just something about it that...
Guest artist post: Seth Apter

Guest artist post: Seth Apter

I am a mixed media artist from New York City with a passion for art. While I thoroughly enjoy my alone time in the studio, for me there has always been something magical about the creative synergy and artistic combustion that develops when a roomful of artists work...