More Than a Picture
“If I were a flower.. I would be a sunflower. To always follow the sun, Turn my back to darkness, Stand proud, tall and straight
it can be when old things rust and are unuseful. they become art. beautiful lines and curves. appreciated. resting from the longest work. s.bell
“And then I knew when solid ground was lost, my feet launching, wings spreading, eyes on the prize, forward motion, I would fly. Shelley
I couldn’t pull it down, that stubborn wall. so I painted it pretty colors and called it my own.
When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment. I want to give that
ma·ca·bre /məˈkäbrə,məˈkäb/ In works of art, macabre is the quality of having a grim or ghastly atmosphere. Macabre works emphasize the details and symbols of
and she still sits and wonders what happened to the days of hope and wonders at the rusty bolts and holes… abandoned. how had
“I had to unlearn everything that the world taught me, to unravel myself” ~Sarika Pandey
It was a truce between us …an understanding. one more step and he’d fly away and I’d be left with just the image of
Tiny purple flowers dancing in a row happy in the morning sun petals all aglow. S. Bell
Just a drop that fell and mingled with assistance made a roaring sea and threatened all I am and was ever meant to be.
It was simple in my hand I held tightly to…it scarred my hand. letting go it rolled away… in opposing light I peered and