When I paint or draw I mostly just let my hand move any which way it wishes to go. It is a discovery for me to see what is emerging. That is what happened with this painting too. Once this painting was done, it seemed to me as if the tree, as a representative of… Continue reading The Vocal Tribe Of Trees
Tag: nature
to be me
i wish to be a butterfly.
i wish to ride the bare back horse
on vast and open greens –
wind blowing in my hair.
i wish the crackling fire beside,
below night sky –
a distant drum in the air.
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song of evening solitude
under the flame of the forest
silent and empty i wait.
unfathomed hues
and deepest blues
do touch the sky
and glide on by.
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