Her hat flew off everytime she ran down the hall. Hurry scurry she would clutch her books to her chest as she moved on to her next classroom.

consciousness & dreams

Gumby Paints...

pond image at the walker art sculpture garden

Shadow squares

Gaps in memory

You remain

Stories

sketch book notes

the ultimate mystery

Where did you go today? Who did you see? Did you make some art? How did you inspire someone? I pulled and teased open passageways to allow the art "spill" to occur. I got a lot of blank stares. Many little artists sat in front of their blank white page and could just not make a mark. Faithfully I continued, just stepped back and hoped their spill would come forth!

in the bottom of my purse

every-

where

you look

there's

something

doing something

Things that perplex...

SOCIAL DEFECIENCIES~

messenger (a poem)

Messenger

 

eyes closed

I find you again

hammock sways

pines whisper your secrets

lake sounds cushion my soul

 

skirting

darting

insect wings hover

kissing skin

arms

knees

toes

brow

 

waves caress rocky shore

lily pads dance

shoreline frolic

nose tickled by wet Labrador

 

you are my invisible messenger

surrounding my soul

awakening my senses

I find your familiar embrace