Archive for April, 2015

Got Mud?

Tuesday, April 28th, 2015


Seeing Eye Leaves

Tuesday, April 28th, 2015

eye leaves

I wrote a poem about my “Seeing Eye Leaves” painting, I hope you like it

Branching out with eyes that see
swaying in the wind a tree
Spirit sifting through eyelashes, with dust and debris
Big, little, beady, pink.
Blue eyes, yes eyes
eyes that think.
Brother’s eyes, sister’s eyes, all of them blink.

Soul filled lenses,
flipping, fluttering, float to the ground
With a blank stare they look up
and drowsy, close their lids forever
Whispers through the breeze say to the tree
You will stay, until we grow, and fall again.

You are the sky

Saturday, April 25th, 2015

you are the sky


Wednesday, April 8th, 2015

listed on etsy

sylph etsy

The Pulse, Seth Apter and The Empty Spaces Project

Tuesday, April 7th, 2015

Bird Speak

Monday, April 6th, 2015

bird speak etsy
Just listed in etsy.
10 x 10 in oil on canvas.
Bird speak is about the connections and communications, humans have with nature.


Wednesday, April 1st, 2015



I turned this face red to illustrate the idea of being ashamed, or full of shame. The few times in my own life when I have felt shame, in my youth, gladly saying, I could feel my face turn hot and blush. Something I had no control over, because blushing is an automatic reaction. Like crying, while there is an ability to hold back, emotions will prevail and reveal. Revealing the depth of that sensation stemming from the reality of one’s feelings which is something intangible unless one is a pyschopath. I think shame is different than embarrassment although they are both from the same family. There have been some occassions in my life where I have witnessed shaming and find it horrifying and more than that, horrifying that I did nothing. I’m more ashamed of doing nothing or saying nothing than being the recipient of shame, because ultimately, the recipient of shame has less culpability than the person who shamed them, or the person who stood by. There is some degree of acquiesence, for the person who is young and helpless under the control of adults, but as an adult, given a circumstance, I could not stand idly by. There is a rage in me that will exude. Exude for the times I have been shamed and for the times I shouldn’t have been and for the times others have been cruely treated and their voicelessness. In humiliation. Shameful.