Slippery Slope, Walks with Lola, Cottage in Accord

Lively little houses
fingerprinting lives on landscapes where hills roll to the horizon
Its covered in weeds and thorns and time
and everwhere the air is clean,
like water from falls, cold and misty.
My eyes roam these compositions of creatures hiding in leaves
crushing, cruntching between hills and hollow trees
trying to find the sage.

Bubbling Hills

The hills spoke to me.

They bubbled with words and notes floating into my ears with flowers
and fabrics picked up along the way.

They graphed the sky to go along with the land plotted out into acres
for spending and consuming more and more of all thats left of the
hills.

This is where and when their sorrow touched my shoulders and made its
way to tears on my cheek , rolling to my chin. these are moments
i miss home.

This piece is about 3 1/2' 3 1/2 acrylic and collage materials