Woman With Flowing Hair Art

still life with everyday objects
still life with everyday objects
still life with everyday objects
still life with everyday objects
still life with everyday objects
A young couple with two children stand in front of a wall-sized world map, facing the map. The young father is interested in Africa. The young mother is wearing a backpack and one of the children is a baby that she's carrying in her arms.
2 young couples with children stand in front of a wall-sized world map, facing the map. One young father is talking to the other and they are interested in Africa. One young mother is wearing a backpack and the other has a baby that she's carrying in her arms. An older couple stand nearby
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
a painting of a tree with white flowers
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
Trees are always trying to reach the sky; arms stretched out toward heaven ‘til their leaves turn brown and die. Then will come the winter, when they stand the icy wind. waiting for the sun to shine and spring to come again. The drama’s reinacted every year: Leaves come down like clouds of doubt and fear. While on the ground, the winter passes by, every tree keeps reaching to the sky.
Trees are always trying to reach the sky; arms stretched out toward heaven ‘til their leaves turn brown and die. Then will come the winter, when they stand the icy wind. waiting for the sun to shine and spring to come again. The drama’s reinacted every year: Leaves come down like clouds of doubt and fear. While on the ground, the winter passes by, every tree keeps reaching to the sky.
Life is all around for us to hold. Spring will come again when we forget the winter cold. Soon will be the summer, when the evenings linger long with jokes and quips and camping trips, a kindred summer song. The time won’t last forever, we can see; still, we should learn the lesson of the tree. In winter snow or summer’s long good-bye, trees keep reaching upward to the sky.
I lift up my eyes toward the sky; know my heart and home are there, where the ones before me lie. One day, I’ll be gathered up and carried to that place where I shall know as I am known, and see my Maker’s face. It’s appointed unto us just once to be: We linger here, but soon we’ll be set free. No more reaching upward ‘til we die, Our roots stay here. We stretch beyond the sky.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. This morning the sound of traffic in the street, scooters and tuk-tuks, taxis and trucks, was so loud I couldn’t hear my dream. So I turned it off and went dowstairs. Taking in diesel fumes ‘til it hurt to breathe, I found a hawker-stall and ate. It’s 100 degrees already; soon the rain will come.
Alien Monster
Mystic artist painting ethereal dreams
Migration patterns
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
In days to come I stood amazed, walking through that forest, at the blazing symphony of color it brought forth, seemingly just for me. I grew to love my friend’s words in a new way, through the astounding beauty of the spectacle he knew was coming when he said them. I was young then, and didn’t know I had many autumns ahead of me.