A calling moon, a raven's wings, and a very late coming heat
I am unable to stay up late. My days are so full that I collapse with the sun, as if its orange ball were a weight that drags me down...
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sabrina lloyd
Apr 23, 20221 min read
New collection, upcoming shows
Spring has sprung, windows cracked at night, air so sweet and fresh. The world still holding so much turmoil, which makes me hold tighter...
sabrina lloyd
Apr 10, 20221 min read
Oops....it's not Friday.
We have such good plans, good intentions, and then time moves and paint flows and children get fed and here we are. Not Friday, but my...
sabrina lloyd
Mar 26, 20222 min read
Spring hope, sorrows, and a poem
A friend reached out a hand today to pull me back here. I've gotten lost in my work, in the sufferings of the world, in the blossoms...
sabrina lloyd
Feb 22, 20221 min read
Where do our wishes go when they fall with the stars?
Spring is reaching out her hand, pulling us slowing out of winter. I hold her tight, interlace her fingers with mine, chasing that...
sabrina lloyd
Feb 4, 20221 min read
and another moon passed...
Is this just age? When time seems to move so fast that you turn around and days bleed into weeks that leak into years so that you wake up...
sabrina lloyd
Dec 5, 20211 min read
A year with paint stained hands.
The light today was pure bliss. We all stopped and just stared for a while, fell deep into the rays and washed ourselves with beauty. A...
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