Wings and petals and webs
I watched a poppy flower being born. It's sheath move little by little under a shower of the sun's rays until it fell to the ground and...
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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 18, 20221 min read
Slowing down....
Happy Easter, for those who celebrate. Happy passover, for those in celebration. Happy full moon for all you witches. I've been slowing...
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 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
Jan 3, 20221 min read
happy new year on a new moon night
“sunray” 14x 19, mixed media I find myself holding hope today, as the sun sets and a new moon begins its rise. My hope holding hands with...
sabrina lloyd
Nov 9, 20212 min read
A poem, two paintings, and a prayer.
Another storm is on its way, carrying a warning on its wind. We spent yesterday stacking wood to ready ourselves for fallen trees and...
sabrina lloyd
Nov 2, 20211 min read
Do you do what you do for love?
We've just had the most glorious 3 days. After endless rain, the sun came out and filled our hearts and souls. We hiked along the coast...
sabrina lloyd
Oct 22, 20212 min read
The pebbles in my pocket
I read an interview today with Elizabeth Strout, the author of Olive Kitteridge. She said many inspiring things, but the part that has...
sabrina lloyd
Oct 12, 20211 min read
Thank you.
Today is Thanksgiving in Canada. Even after all these years it catches me by surprise. It is so ingrained in me for it to fall closer to...
sabrina lloyd
Oct 4, 20212 min read
Notes from my table on loneliness
Yesterday I sat with my children at the water's edge. The sun was making its way towards the horizon. A sea lion surfaced only a few feet...
sabrina lloyd
Aug 22, 20211 min read
Oceans
I've been working on this piece for the last few days. The world and its struggles pouring into my eyes through images and words and...
sabrina lloyd
Aug 17, 20211 min read
Monday's poem and the apocalypse
The world sure feels overwhelming right now. Fires, and the pandemic. Earthquakes and images of desperation as people cling to an...
sabrina lloyd
Aug 10, 20212 min read
Leaving social media and choosing the snail
I've just finished the most amazing book, The Sound Of A Wild Snail Eating. I don't know why this book, of all the books I've read and...
sabrina lloyd
Jul 14, 20211 min read
Dancing in daffodils
The garden's weeds look to me as if in battle. The beach calls to be walked, to swim in the coldest water I have known. Acres of forests...
sabrina lloyd
Jul 13, 20211 min read
The year of July and Monday's poem
A slip of the tongue; A beautiful new way to measure time. The summer days lend themselves to that feeling the days will not end, the...
sabrina lloyd
Jul 10, 20211 min read
Summer days and the sweetest little gallery
I am letting summer in. The rest, slow down. Heat making limbs loose; Naps always on the edge of fingers. Long walks on the beach,...
sabrina lloyd
Jul 6, 20211 min read
Monday's poem and life lately
The heatwave passed. Long walks on the beach. Homemade ice cream in bowls made by my own hands. Still in awe of being home. The beauty...
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