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For Jules Recent graffiti despoils the faded peach, skin blushed walls of crumbling plaster, baked crisp by fierce summers’ heat. Grand canyons steeply cleaved in…
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Great art is in exquisite balance. It is restorative. I believe in the energy of art and through the use of that energy, the artist’s…
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Mahlers moody music instantly transports me to watery streets traversed by silent gondolas, gliding gracefully, beneath arching bridges. Mirrored in mysterious depths I watch reflections…
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A young man with a scythe; the summer grasses tumble in his shadow. Muscles ripple in the sun along his sweat-drenched shoulders. Planted; swinging gracefully,…
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Handmade paper drench. Gently touch vermillion. See rapid run and flood. Montbretia bleeds freely in beautiful flowing paint.
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You’ve been living for this for weeks. Laying down at night in bed wrapping your arms tightly round your body in anticipation. Sleep evades you….
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I slowly rise to the surface of consciousness. Where my two worlds meet. And here I reach two hands towards the disappearing beach. Sand shifts…
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Again I wake at four, and face the open door to another world I see, and the two will meet for me. I rise and…
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Friends – friends take time to grow together and know each other intimately
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The bridge is strong and gracious, proud. Connecting banks of dual self, and spanning black waters deep and predatory. Rapacious. Singing songs to suck you…
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