Art’s Inspiration and Other Fancy Thoughts
The Wind
Dancing Wind A simple photo montage I created in time, however did not post in time. I posted it out of time.
Winter Berries
Inedible Feeling the grey today. I sat out in the sun for a minute or two before the clouds took over again. It was long enough to dig my toes into the mud and appreciate my connection to it. The bright red berries that used to always appear at Christmas time at my...
Tracings
Tracing the edges of feelingsElusive, they hide in the midst ofconvenient thoughtsTracings like finger drawn messageson steamed up glass…
Winter Squirrel
Seeking the Sun This little guy posed for me through the window. I got several shots where the little camera hound just posed and looked straight at the camera. The poem comes from TheDailyNapkin.com, which I write.
Catch the Beauty
We are surroundedby incredible andwondrous BeautyTake a moment to catch somewith your eyes or your earsor your heart todayCatch the Beautyand pass it on…
Baby Tree
In the Forest Oh, I do have fun with layers! I started today with a simple pen and ink drawing that I had scanned to put up for sale on Etsy. I've decided to clear space for new work. That means freeing all of the old pieces that I never really showed anywhere...
Portrait of Ambivalence
Ambiguous Marks Today I played with digitally combining a couple of my paintings with one of my pencil drawings. One of the great things about creating in both traditional art media and digital is that it opens up a whole new layer of possibilities for play. I have...
Feline Concentration
Crossroads
In the midst of change, choices mark the crossroads I have traversed.
Pre-Dawn Night
In the early morning hoursbefore dawn has spread her lightwhen clock’s ticking is so loudand the night’s dreams still are brightThere I stop to breathe and thinkfill my cup with Spirit’s mightcells lapping up the nectara gift of grace - delightReflecting life on life...
Woven
Woven Together These fish were in my cousins pond, up in the foothills. It is a beautiful place that he has there, and he has stewarded the land in a conscious way. I love being in the country, and I loved seeing these beautiful fish. I could see myself in the...
Depths of Spirit
I met a very old womanon the roadInching along ina bent and stilted wayI offered my armas she headed offacross the trafficked streetAnd fell into the depthsof Spirit-connect in her eyes