WHEN THE SILENCE IS GREATER THAN THE FEAR

NOTHING AND NO ONE CAN STOP YOU

Listening with my Eyes

The fog draws a veil over the real.

Its softness caresses each living being into a coma of perpetual star glazing.

A reverie of dreams keeps me in a state of sleepy drunkenness.

I peer out from under the covers,

sleep touching me like intermitted wipers.

A fog horn calls to me like the inner voice of awareness,

awakening me to the silence,

clearing the debris that lay in the corner of each eye.

I lay listening to nothing,

while hearing it all.

Stretching past darkness, my being moves out into the world.

I have always wondered if numbers counted backwards connected forwards make the same sum,

a tree drops its leaves never to pick them up again.

I pick up words and move them around like the moon in its monthly ripeness.

Today can never be tomorrow, so why do I keep rereading the labels of food brought yesterday.

I watched the sky in sunset waning,

only to find my mind had never wanted to count again.

I drop thoughts like fall leaves,

he is brought up again and again,

unlike the clouds that pass by my window at dusk.

Pastel on Paper

The following drawings are created with pastels, still holding to the art of process. With the use of touch, I find the material full of life and spontaneous expression.

Each drawings in on 9 inch x 12 inch paper.