The sweet citrus smell
Of orange blossoms
‘Do you remember?
What am I holding on to that is not serving me? I arrived at this question after considering what was holding me back. It…
He’s back, I saw him gazing through another painting on this canvas. My question isn’t where has he been but where did I go? His voodoo is…
The cool wind stirs the bud-less tress, its sound is unfamiliar and hollow. The cats patrol the house as the freon cycles in the…
I feel the creative impulse and it is mysteriously unfolding. The urge to create pulsates within my solar plexus. It is antsy and impatient right up…
Larissa Davis (AKA — The SoulPath Artist) asked if I would participate in her Wednesday evening Paint Night and I was delighted to…