'No More'
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Slowly lifting, uplifting. Soaring.
Fall, land, water, bees and trees. Floating, drifting, slightly shifting. Dipping plunging, skylights. Humming. Twirl, squirrel. Finding a pearl. Curling around my finger. Navigating through the dark and dense forest. The chorus of wildlife stops, bones chill—------whippoorwill. Schreechhhhhhhhh—-----flutter, scream. Lean, look, hold your breath. Hop, rabbit, hippity-hop. Panic, twist, run, turn away from death. Seething, boiling, no more exploring, flashing, passing, no more everlasting. -Laura Miller |
Bounding. 2026. Collage on Paper. 9.5” x 6.5”
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Softly
Why can’t I hold you?
While the wind blows through the trees.
Softly,
falling,
leaves.
The land with barren branches,
Bold.
Newly aligned with the Cold. Never releasing the hollowed out stream. Twisting, twine - ing and streaming a new.
Creeping slowly the slight, mist falling. Lifting and falling again. Rapidly forming a shallow, shallow fog. Dispersing over the cooler surface of natural born elements condensing so we can see, suspended water in the air.
Breathe in the fog, expel the dew. Liquid droplets of floating gas, correlates with the soft waking morning,
Sweet.
The Sanctuary within the woodlands survives the severity of winter. Promising a regeneration of the soulful glow.
Providing life anew, within the mountains - dew. Resting upon the fallen trees, the sunshine sparkles and shimmers on the budding leaves.
Looking forward to the easement of Spring. Billowing clouds, riding on meandering winds, glimpse again the magic within.
Why can’t I hold you?
While the wind blows through the trees.
Softly,
falling,
leaves.
The land with barren branches,
Bold.
Newly aligned with the Cold. Never releasing the hollowed out stream. Twisting, twine - ing and streaming a new.
Creeping slowly the slight, mist falling. Lifting and falling again. Rapidly forming a shallow, shallow fog. Dispersing over the cooler surface of natural born elements condensing so we can see, suspended water in the air.
Breathe in the fog, expel the dew. Liquid droplets of floating gas, correlates with the soft waking morning,
Sweet.
The Sanctuary within the woodlands survives the severity of winter. Promising a regeneration of the soulful glow.
Providing life anew, within the mountains - dew. Resting upon the fallen trees, the sunshine sparkles and shimmers on the budding leaves.
Looking forward to the easement of Spring. Billowing clouds, riding on meandering winds, glimpse again the magic within.
I am a multidisciplinary artist who explores the boundaries and relationships of nature and humanity. These themes become my field of reference that relates to a life lived in the mountains. I create works with a variety of materials that are locally sourced to relay a message, a story, or a feeling. These could include rocks, twigs, sticks, dirt, feathers, flowers, skulls, and a variety of other objects.
These resources are the inspirations for various art pieces that incorporate: sound, installation, collage, video, painting, printmaking, photography and so much more. I develop these works into inquisitive worlds and realities, some of which are loosely based on my home life, childhood, world events, and experiences.
Incorporating text and symbols into the works enhances their effect. To actually write poetry and Haiku about the work intensifies their meaning. These works become sacred objects for the viewer to experience, ponder, and appreciate.
These resources are the inspirations for various art pieces that incorporate: sound, installation, collage, video, painting, printmaking, photography and so much more. I develop these works into inquisitive worlds and realities, some of which are loosely based on my home life, childhood, world events, and experiences.
Incorporating text and symbols into the works enhances their effect. To actually write poetry and Haiku about the work intensifies their meaning. These works become sacred objects for the viewer to experience, ponder, and appreciate.
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