Signs and Words and Poems

May 21, 2013

Old fences chopped up. Bits and sections of ticker tape. New colors. Primer and brushes and a mind full of words. I make these signs out of colors I have on hand.

Something speaks to me and I then speak to you. A flow of consciousness through us all. A flow of ideas over old wood scraps and through paints left over from other projects. A message in my hands. A collection of feelings I need to share.

I sit on the edge of the woods. A small voice asked me if we will see any turtles today. A black hawk flies above. Shadows creep all around. A flower blooms.

Things are smaller than you will ever know. The world is all around us. The Spirit flows over an around and into. I try to remember this everyday I am alive.

– kyle