All the colors … All the pain … And the psychedelic warms; my image grows clearer … Oh glory, I am starting too see … me! The unknown artist found me … amongst the mess; the road less … the hidden woman; the death of…

the fading wisps of smoke from a dying campfire are the sweetest dying embers sputter dousing sand sizzles   I miss that   we built a fire pit in the backyard of my old, small town home; thirteen-tons of flagstone and granite I moved from…

“…we should be unafraid to doubt,” — C. S. Lewis “What if…?” The famous thinker’s friend; For great ideas of every kind, Begin, “What if…?” and in the end, Creative gemstones may be mined. Beware of doubt, the siren song! It’s poison to artistic souls Don’t…