Saturday, April 04, 2009



Ginger*:) said...

Nicely done.

Anonymous said...

Dirty hands with soil
I’m touching my face and caressing it,
Soil on soil leave delicate traces
As the first day

And I feel how a seed from the mud
That goes up on my face
Lay tender roots in the meat
Thrilled by the afternoon.

I would be amazed to see a flower
With my blood flowing in her,
As a nourishment arrived
In myself from the ground.

ArtSnark said...

vibrant piece - great movement

Cathie said...

really love the flower and lively strokes in this!

Tessa said...

Beautiful - and a wonderful piece for the prompt.

Anonymous said...

Very beautiful and mysterious image. I love the soft edges.