From The Poetry Of Nature

even the rain remembers

the sun always cuts through the darkness

cloud bursts

and the air between us tightened

against the gunmetal gray sky,24x28,on paper

it felt like an orange day,20"x 24",mixed on paper

the shallowness of yellow,mixed on paper,24"x28"

song of whistling winds,24"x28",mixed on paper

under a brilliant sky,24"x28",mixed on paper

bird song,24"x28" on paper

between the pink,24"x28",mixed on paper

a still moment,24"x28",mixed on paper

Informed by the book by Judy Picoult,small great things

a sob swells like a throb in my throat,9"x12",acrylic on paper

and a flock of blue butterflies pours out

it felt like looking in the face of the sun

the wind is coming and it has teeth,9"x12",acrylic on paper

like color boiled down to the essence

you are more than the color of your skin

from the book,the same sky

summer comes tumbling in,22x25,pastel on Belgian sandpaper

glitter in the afternoon sun,pastel on Belgian sandpaper,22x25

red trees,22x25,pastel on Belgian Sandpaper

talking to a firefly

we were warm in a circle of red,22x25,pastel on Belgian sandpaper

under the same blue

5 art works on paper with oil sticks,sizes 5"x7"informed by the book The Handmaid's Tale