Dedicated to my anscestors.
Thank you for never giving up on me
And still bringing me my lessons no matter
how long it takes me to get them.
Thank you Great Grandfather Pat,
Grandfather Joe… and Uncle Joe,
Grandfather Pat Williams
And to my Grandfather Ray Thistle
whom I adopted as my own
I miss you…
And many others
Wherever you are…


The Artist…
there she goes again…
cant anybody hear it?
that voice
it sings inspiration into her ear
that cry for perfection; that mystic whisper…

Does it ever really go away?
Was it ever really there?
a piece of work
each stroke, a separate line
randomly connecting to make the whole
each making no sense…
without the other


together impossible
One…in the universe…
it’s there that he lingers

The Muse
there he goes again
travelling back and forth
…here and there
never settling
always twirling in circles…
he will never interfere
Yet, he nudges, caresses
sweeps his hand over hers and waits
he allows the artists hand
its gentle, steady glide makes its own stroke
one.single movement; eternal lasting effect
and hes gone


She looks up. wondering…
yet less confused somehow…
she could have sworn he was just there…