Last night
I had a dream
So deep
Forever freeing
Never a moment
Did I long for awareness
Of the waking world
Here on the path of Grace
Beauty
Stillness
Love
As I ascended
Through the floating
Orbs of mystery
– past – time
And the Grace
That is You
I love the season of the bike
In the woods
On the mountain
By the lake
Over the rocks and streams
With blue skies above
Through fallen leaves and barren trees
A trail that weaves to and fro
A drop here
A lift there
I love the season of the bike
In the woods
On the mountain
on a quiet shore
a solitary figure
not unlike yourself
shattered by the day
delineated by the question
of rights and wrongs
in life …
again and again
an ocean wave
a salty smell
and flocks of seagulls
– in soaring flight
eclisping the summer sun
Adrift
In a deep reflection
Lost at sea
With memories
Drowning
Sinking
In a pool of you
With the darkening blue
A drowning so timeless
Endless without you
i often look skyward
to direct my focus inward
sometimes feeling the sky speak
as I see things in a different light.
– than yesterday
the rain has gone
falling earthbound
– like the pepples of broken nights
with my dreams
lost in weary shadows
not to far behind
– from yesterday’s rising sun
These are some magnificent pastels works of art by Richard at Artkleko’s weblog entitled Southern Midlands.
Earlier in the week I completed a series of 5 pastel paintings featuring aspects of Tasmania’s Southern Midlands. This was my first serious foray in pastels for a very long time, but after 10 days’ work I had reached my goal. I wouldn’t call them brilliant by any means, but I enjoyed the experience and used my time to see what I knew and after an evaluation, what I needed to work on.
I am however, pleased with what I’ve achieved and now I have embarked on a direction that is different, but one that I hope will produce something of note. (I’m currently working on a series of semi-abstracts, beginning with subjects from my recent time in Central Australia. I aim to post an update next week.)
The Southern Midlands area of Tasmania is more often dry than not. It can be a very dusty area, with little pasture…
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A solitary moment can be found almost anywhere. Mountain biking, gives me the opportunity to be one with nature, explore my inner solitude and focus my imposing will against the difficult terrain. Here is a shot from this weekend as my partner and I rode the trails at FANTS Grove at the forestry of Clemson University in South Carolina.
I took this shot at Virginia Beach. A leisure kind of day. As we go through life, we sometimes need a ‘break’ from everyday life.
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Here is a detail of the cover of my new published book of digital abstract art, poetry and prose. Available in hard and soft cover at Blurb publishers. Select picture to link to my bookstore. A preview of the book is also available online.
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