Poppy...
Cowboy Jim
The New Math ...
What pattern the Fibonacci sequence of grief?
Each loss summed by previous two.
Old wives caution ~ beware ~ death comes in threes!
Sorrow intensified by exponent of repetition.
Crones cackle, “practice makes perfect.”
Single tear raised to power of never ending,
hologram for life and meaning
traces a course of alchemical healing down skin.
Eternal fractals
beauty of pattern
spiral on and on.
Parrots...
This one started it all...
I wanted to try watercolor and had what I thought was a beautiful white begonia washed in with a pale yellow. I took it along to an orchestra rehearsal to show a friend who paints in watercolor and his response in the 15 seconds between numbers was he thought it was the most insipid watercolor he’d ever seen. It could have been because he was a brass player. I thought insipid be damed and started into it with pastel. The work may still be insipid in terms of pastel proficiency, however, at the time I was very happy with it. Thus began my love affair with pastel.



