Twilight ebbs as the silent darkness falls.
Celestial flight of the winged travelers.
Butterflies float among the fragrant blossoms.
All is aglow as night falls.
The Race Against Time / Beyond Time Will time run out for our feathered friends? Media: Acrylic, oil, cocnut husk, wood, feathers, linen cord, metallic thread, mica, handmade papers on
Time melts behind the screen. . . I dreamed I was the feather of the blue heron. Now I am here, later I will be there.
Mixed media collage. Turn a failed artwork into something stunning and new!
In central Asia it was said the moon is the Goddess’ mirror reflecting everything in the world, like the mirror of Maya.
Swirling heat of a summer’s day bursting into a brilliant summer night.
The crescent moon worn by Diana is said to be the Ark or vessel of boat-like shape, symbol of fertility or the Container of the Germ of all life.
Shattered silence as the night falls and the sun slips into the river.
Frosts finds the ground and daylight breaks through in glistening hues.
Nature’s cycles, reassuring in their order.
The past lives of the bluestem pastures.
Will they make it back?
The honey bee continues to hum…for now.
Gaia is one of many names given to the earth mother in numerous cultures. Gaia is our mother from whom all life flows. The question is, what is our connection to the fate of Gaia today?
Ignorance = Knowledge. Science = Myth. Lies = Truth.