I went to sketch at the Dorothea Dix Sunflower Garden.

Here is my final piece:

Across field of gold

You came to me with your heart

And I met you there.

Heat rises from ground

Humid waves of plus ninety

Breeze warms drips of sweat.

Sam and I took a walk. So hot!

We both wrote haikus.

Sam

Streets covered in ice
Yearning for the summer sun
That we have today

Bev

Cicadas, crickets
Buzz from trees, dry tall grassland
Hazy heat August.

Oh so fun with bright summer colors!

Slow stitching kit listed in my Etsy shop!

Cheers,

Bev

Trying colors and composition.

Hi All,

Are you ready for some fall weather? I am!

It’s time to start planning for my annual Open Studio and to launch a new note card collection!

Here are a few pieces I’m considering. Please help me choose!

Bev

Just under the brush

And in low branches on trees

Are off-spring babies

Art Prescription: nature is abundant.

A run-on sentence

And thirty minutes later

My meter is out.

Art Prescription: Time is a perception. If you are busy, every minute counts. If you are not busy and perhaps lonely time stretches out like a beach.

Boundaries happen when the busy meet with the lonely.

Try as you might you cannot fill the hole of lonely.

And the run on sentence gets on your nerves.

What do you do?

Be rude?

Make up an excuse to leave?

Have someone call you for rescue?

Pretend you are on the phone?

Walk the other way?

Love your feedback!!!