Morning meditation walk
Broken pencils, crayons, sticks and paper,
Found on the sidewalk,
Sometimes by a tree.
Mix the things you find,
in your head and on the ground
With the dreams in the air
and all around
No where to land
but in your hand
lives through you
across the land
Ends up here
to disappear
never to see
another sound.
~ angeL.
AVJR 201901100800
Here are the last pieces of the series.
Most materials used in these creations
were found, broken, pencils, crayons, pencil crayons, paint,
paper, notebooks, pens and anything that can make a line, tone, shape, or shadow.
The subject matter is dreams, emptiness, Higher Selves speaking through the "Me" filter by way of faery angel spirit, trees and colour. :)
New pieces always on the rise.
:)
Be kind to one another,
and love you inner child the most.
.. for without that, life is just a drag.
aum shanti,