Courting My Heart

I learned to love to paint. My hands trembled the first time I picked up the brush. The lack of color left my thoughts white and afraid to be coated. Today, as always, I question what my paint palette should be. I wonder what color fancies my heart? I once dreamed of names for myContinue reading “Courting My Heart”

Origins

The dance of life -Edvard Munch 1899-1900 Since the beginning of time man yearned to hold bare hands grabbing the void. Who knows where thoughts descend knowledge within himself? boulders resting on shoulders. Rocks for sitting and moving and groaning time expanding and growing, infinitely exploding. Plans from a power unseen acknowledging humanity’s innocence greenContinue reading “Origins”