If I create the seeds myself, hold them in my hand, they blow away in the wind like so much chaff. But if He creates the seeds, if He scatters them, that is an altogether different harvest... Both belong to Him. Seeds 1; 2021; 9" x11.75"; mixed media: watercolor, acrylic, ink, graphite, chalk, pastel. Seeds…Read more The Artist as Sower
After All, Life
After All, Life; 2021; 11.5" x 9"; 2021; watercolor, acrylic, ink, chalk, graphite Spring Winter shroud slips - Still, silent earth awakes, stretches out a muddy hand to a warm breeze, stands on trembling legs. In blinking surprise, Tilts its face to rising sun. After all - Life.
Spring Surely Comes
Winter and spring scuffle for dominance this year in Colorado. Spirea yellow and crab apple pink persevere against steel gray sky. A few days ago, on May 2, snow-bound foothills yielded to patches of white clinging to city shadows. Frozen and formidable, Pikes Peak still anchors winter's battlefront. I will never forget the latest snowfall of…Read more Spring Surely Comes
tender leaves uncurl fragile dreams clutched tight through darkest night alight and touch the sky and I, I tremble in their summons like a leaf my soul unfurls, shakes off winter’s lull with a sigh, I realize just how sleepy I have been