I love this song

some pictures of mushrooms that I took

Here are some giant mushrooms that appeared a few days after it rained. There is small garden at the track where I run, and when I was done running, I ran home to get my camera. I like to imagine little faeries sitting under them to keep dry.

Some of the jewelry I make

Every year I do an arts and crafts show in Pittsburgh where I sell my handmade jewelry. Soon I hope to expand my craft and sell at more shows. Time is always the issue....

I work in polymer clay, silver, copper, semi precious gemstones and crystals. If you see something that you want, please contact me at my email address listed under my info page.

Snow

january 7, 2010

From God's white palette

it comes

to silence everything.

It falls

in soundless motion

and is captured

by the waiting arms of every tree.

Painted pine boughs kneel.

Lamp posts shimmer.

Crystals kiss my cold lips.

And the air is close and intimate.

My breath floats on

and back to me-

my world transformed.

The earth sighs and swells,

receiving it's blanket for the starless night.

The Subway

subway

09/02/2010

I am underground

the flicker boards

pause and resume

lights hiss like a flash bulb-

Stone upon stone

holds up the earth

so we may pass through.

The eye of the needle

narrows down dark,

the insects pause and resume.

A blur of humanity

mirrors by like

two crickets in the night-

two electric worms.

Hollow chambers chafe their

walls on chalk and embers

so many sparks-

We glide by like dragonflies

intertwined.

Motion moving motion

and their conjugate kiss…

Speeding on the rails' edge,

I am not ready for the light

when it hits!

We are ghost shadows sharing air.

Out of the gray mouth

of coal, rock and lime,

steel upon steel takes the bridge.

Hello and welcome to my blog!

My name is Mary and I am an artist. There are many types of art that I enjoy. I believe that anything created from your own passion can be an art form. I will dedicate this blog to the many things that I have a passion for.

Life is to be enjoyed and noticed. There is art everywhere, from the way the sun slants onto a pile of colored leaves to the dark and brooding sight of the old steel mills in Pittsburgh (where I grew up). I can see the beauty in these things because I am paying attention, because I notice my surroundings. I want to remember things. I want to live fully in the moment. Each day is a gift and something good always comes if we are listening and watching...