I have been burning the midnight oil these past days. After finishing my work late one evening, I sat down in the comfy oversize chair in my studio to unwind before bed.
I slowly began to notice there were no sounds coming from anywhere. The house was completely still and peaceful.
This artwork is from my on-going pastel journal. Tiny stars are scattered about the page adding a touch of sparkle to this evening sky...capturing the stillness... helping me remember these moments.
a quiet demeanor settles upon this vastness
a calm from the storm of day to day
in this abiding is where our dreams begin
holding our lives poised and balanced
it is here; all silent hopes are carefully plucked
by a bird feathering its nest of miracles
as the future crests over a sky of wonders
before the world begins anew.
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Hey there! I can't find your email addy, and i want to send you an artist call for my new book. :> Can you shoot me an email and I'll send it along?
I love the colors in this.
Your colors are wonderful! Thanks for the beautiful piece of work!
"it is here; all silent hopes are carefully plucked by a bird feathering its nest of miracles."
I love the feeling you brought in a moment of contemplation. This stanza was special and the art was perfect for it.
Tracie - A wonderful reflection on the hours of vesper... well done!
Your art wprk of birds is lovely as are your words.
You are a two in one wonder, Nice, very nice.
love-bd
My mouth is watering at the prospect of seeing this journal in person, sweet Tracie Lyn! Hugs, Shari
I just got tingles when I read "all silent hopes are carefully plucked/by a bird feathering its nest of miracles"; beautiful, really beautiful!
so beautiful!
Love the color!! It is awesome.
xoxoxo
Your art and your poetry are soul touching. This is truly a beautiful blog.
~ Rella ~
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