Let me out, the veil grows thicker, darker, slicker, a slippery slope with little hope of resolution- the solution shadowed by shouts, riddled with doubts of survival as the dim light, once so bright slips quietly through greedy fingers … Continue reading Let Me Out! “One-Liner Wednesday”
I wanted to get back to the BeltLine in Atlanta for a moment. Or two. The project there in Atlanta encompasses so many aspects of life, from exercise to beautifying the city and sharing the work of so many talented … Continue reading Art Matters/#art #Photography #Atlanta
Welcome to the Atlanta BeltLine, a place of wonder, exhilaration, peace, harmony and stimulating inspiration. Not the least of these are the tiny doors you can find if you just look closely…. Continue reading Tiny Doors/#ThursdayDoors/#Atlanta
So, as much as I love being out in nature and capturing it with my camera, I also love creating things. So many different things. I love to color, draw, paint, make pottery and jewelry…pretty much anything that involves … Continue reading Meanwhile..Back in the Studio
And the Goddess within is the Mermaid in the Moon!
I call it Moonbeams and Moondreams.
From your little moondreamer. 😉
Copyright CherylKP 2017 Continue reading Moonbeams and Moondreams/Art
Hello friends and followers, It has been a bit of off and on for me and writing as my work seems to be sucking most of my brain these days. And then there are the holidays. I swear I don’t … Continue reading On Bowling, Jesus and Rod Serling…
Death of the Buffalo This piece was done so many years ago, as I began my journey inward, searching for the source of my great sorrow. So many things I learned, so many I wish I didn’t know but have … Continue reading Death of the Buffalo/Art
…With every turn
the truth revealed,
like layers of
an onion peel. Continue reading Kaleidoscope
She simply would not allow her mind to drift to the darker aspect of the miracle, of the deception…. and a good thing it was, for the Dark Watcher had become ever more diligent in finding moments to peer through his portal, as always unable to control the impatience that permeated his being.