[art with stream of conscious writing – daily journal]Purple stars, looking up with open arms, the stars dripping off like rain. Standing on wet ground. The dress and body are patinaed, aged. Rising above to the stratosphere where there is space to expand, silence, just the scattering light of the sunset below. Floating above the sunset, her back to the […]

Long arms for reaching deep, big hands for scooping the mud, strong nails for scratching at rocks to dislodge them, scattering copper, making a mess, mischievous. It will dig deeper. Dancing while it does it. The next day’s sky peaking through. The sun is setting, or rising, the mud clearing. This night imp’s daily work is scrapping joyfully to show […]