timid soul sparks lighta feeble space to wondersharpen iron words And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark insideContinue reading “Iron Sharpens Iron”
i try hard to stay open while the heart shuts i scream loud in a whisper salted with fear and roll with the punches stuck in second gear
Rodin, Eve @Chicago Institute of Art. 2/2018 Her In All Nakedness of Thought Please do not use my photos without permission. Thank you.
The Hope of a Condemned Man, Joan Miró Life is really all but apologizing, yeah, you found yourself “So what!” they scream. Now apologize. No, your no better -yesterday climb the stairs to nowhere. -He he had but the loveliest of souls. —- “It is the black vein in white marble; it gets everywhere, appearsContinue reading “Condemned”
“Moonlight is sculpture.” Nathaniel Hawthorne “Sculpture is the art of the intelligence.” Pablo Picasso The Freedman, 1863, John Quincy Adams Ward “The Freedman” in bronze, is on display at the Cincinnati Museum of Art.
How does grass -grow to reach it’s full potential in the shadows -soft as in the sun? Seed heads fully blossom the wind carries through, all is well in my garden gently blowing towards you. If you were to know my paper heart -sails to tell you, you are the one how far the stringContinue reading “let go “