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Poet Streets embraces a romantic theme of two lovers who are reunited after a separation that left them empty. There is magic in the night as the city that once tore them apart now brings them back together. Classical / Ambiance, and Jazz/Rock blend straight from the tap with all subsuming emotions as we trace their heart lines in notes that are at once soul searching, meshed inevitably in destiny.
Monday, July 11, 2016
Sunday, June 5, 2016
I love digital art and all the imaginative space it offers - I have all my prints on Fine Art America. com- They also come in Canvas and a variety of products.
There is a wondrous collection of new art and photographs, I offer discounts often and if you need one please message me there.
Please visit my word press blog for all news and updates for new works of inspiration too.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Now that summer is about to close, beckoning leaves to fall in crisp Autumn crush
Now that the language of trees has hushed, and sleeping sap begins to nod, blinking farewell into it's glorious burst of gold and crimson, waving her leaves to say,
"Once upon a summer castle, we wandered free but now for caramel, cinnamon and cups of tea."
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Friday, January 2, 2015
My favorite time of the year is upon us, Autumn. Memories come back with every falling leaf. Father bundled up the house with storm windows on brisk Fall weekends. Our house was on a hill, the foundation was cozily built into it and with every blustery breeze, I felt secure, knowing that our home was held in the arms of mother earth. Dad laid the old wooden ladder against the front and carefully climbed up to screw the windows in. Mother always felt uneasy and said prayers for his safe return from 15 feet off the ground. He was like a circus performer, he devised a pulley system that rose the window off the ground close to him where he could maneuver it into the space after he took the screens off. It was something to see, how I marveled at his imaginative solutions to being a one man team.
Dad was also a trumpet player and autumn leaves was one of his favorite to play.