Talking to Myself

Talking to Myself

Talking to Myself I see myself sitting on a bench. It is late fall with wet snow on the ground. It is cool outside but the sun shines with a warmth. I am 21 and it is 1990. I am sitting here on a break from my college painting class. I am discovering and exploring how...
My Journey About Holiday Extremes

My Journey About Holiday Extremes

My journey about holiday extremes I am struck by the vastness of separation and imbalance in the emotional landscape that occurs during this time of the year… the holiday season. On one end, far above, is this extreme joy and gratitude and love. Jingle bells and jolly...
Cherries

Cherries

Cherries There are cherries being picked.Glorious dark round rubies,One by one filling the silver bowl,By the small hand of a child,By the wrinkled, calloused hand of an elder,By your hand, my dear friend. There is joy and anticipationOf the juicy and the sweet,As one...
The Girl and the Birds

The Girl and the Birds

The Girl and the Birds A Journey to a cityscape where shadowy figures move behind locked windows and doors. They are there of their own volition. They hide from the improbable, the insignificant, the unlikely. They fear. Outside these buildings where the self-made...
Influence

Influence

My partner and wife, Lindsay Falling into the tempo. Looking for balance. Looking for my Center. Because my Center feels misplaced at this moment in life. The beats start to become visually pronounced like symbols on a musical score. Each beat is a fixed and constant...
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