by pbsartist | Sep 17, 2013 | Uncategorized
I want to fly again. To make the dramatic step into next; to set off with bags re-stuffed with our belongings strewn now across five rooms and recapture the high of anticipating what is to come in the mystery of next. The need to sit still and see this current journey...
by pbsartist | Sep 10, 2013 | Uncategorized
‘What’s coming next is coming with it’s own heave and grace~ I like change. No. That’s not quite right. I don’t like no change. There. That’s more like it~ In my home, in my reading, in my wardrobe….and in my creative way of...
by pbsartist | Sep 3, 2013 | Uncategorized
Can (a) painting speak words? Can it tell the story of roads traveled Of shoes worn of thoughts spent eyes seen hands felt in the strokes of its brush pen mark line Can a painting tell? ‘The elder rose up in reply and stretched out his hands to heaven and his...
by pbsartist | Aug 29, 2013 | Uncategorized
You need to be able to stand up for your life~ I vacillate: constantly. Check myself for where my value lies… what my intention is… what my purpose is…. Especially in studio. When I’m in front of a group of eager students, watching their...
by pbsartist | Aug 27, 2013 | Uncategorized
‘where ever the Wind blows, that’s where you’ll find me; standing exactly where I wanna be.’ I walked the dunes this morning. The man-made rusted colored cement course that ran just out of reach of the waters, the ocean crashing against...
by pbsartist | Aug 10, 2013 | Uncategorized
How can anyone go back to the rules after the questions are asked? We don’t need more facts, and we certainly don’t need more things to do. We need Life~ Sometimes I think it must surely be true; I am crazy I’ve gone off the deep end I have entered into...
