Artist’s statement: I feel a bit like a schizophrenic root system. Each day unfolds, a chaotic sprawl, too many off-shoots to identify a specific direction. Knee deep in the soil of life, a tangle of knots and kinks, I have no idea what is emerging above-ground. Sometimes I just can’t see where I am going.…Read more Abide Persistently
Author: Fragments of Light
You Are What I Need
I am only a dust storm, a disembodied haze, rushing through this searing day. Here, amongst these muted hues, restless, wandering, nowhere to hide, un-done. A tumble-weed reeling, all of me leaning through this desert singing of striated skies with cactus blooms straining and orange mallow urging – they hurry me on. They know what I need…Read more You Are What I Need
Holding onto the Light
Roots tuck under ebony blanket. Tree-top, reluctant to sleep, teases black sky, clouds swirling heavy, mounting high. And in the space in-between, branches cradle last light in tender arms, as if tearfully crooning, “so long…” But when creeping night looks the other way, they stealthily syphon those silver rays into secret stashes, burning bright and…Read more Holding onto the Light
The Love of God
There is a narrow deserted road, path for wild winds carrying traces of damp green growing things, tumbling around and through you. There, tossing branches flow from purple moonlit skies into a quiet rumble in the earth below your feet. It swells insistently by the moment. Air pounds with intensity, a growing living entity, until…Read more The Love of God
New limited edition giclee print – Hope Relentlessly
Artist's statement for Hope Relentlessly: There are times in life when hope must come from a place beyond what we can perceive with our physical senses, beyond our tumultuous circumstances. Then, like a sunflower turning through the day towards the light, we cling to the promise that there is more than what we can see…Read more New limited edition giclee print – Hope Relentlessly
A Prayer for Haiti 2
Haiti snuck in as a most unexpected visitor. My heart cracked to make space for it. Vulnerable and achingly beautiful, its vivid colors play in my mind, dancing in the brilliant sun on naked hills. Before and after I visited early this year, I read everything I could to try to understand how such crushing…Read more A Prayer for Haiti 2
Abide
I feel a bit like a schizophrenic root system. The contents of my week seem jumbled and chaotic, too many off-shoots to identify a specific direction. I am deep in the soil of life, a tangle of kinked and knotted roots. I have no idea what is emerging above-ground. I remember another time I pressed…Read more Abide
Injustice
I hope that the writing of Bonnie Wellensiek will challenge and inspire you as much as it does me. She is currently serving in South Asia with International Justice Mission: http://www.ijm.org.
Freedom Sunday
During a raid two months ago in India, rescuers invaded a room crowded with 36 women enslaved in the sex industry. Within moments of entering, they heard strange noises just on the other side of a wall. They searched for an opening, but there were no windows or doors. Finally they tore down a section…Read more Freedom Sunday
The Sky Begins to Dance
mountains ramble into mesas, stepping down to plains, kinked succulents, anchored, release the blinding light of day, reach for pooling pink and orange settle into quiet sleepy soil while the sky begins to dance here, our silvery trail of tears, lament for heavy feet, mooring us to earth there, their finished race - flames the…Read more The Sky Begins to Dance
Colleen Briggs Images & Writing 