Love it when art inspires art . . .
By Liz Bennefield
Looking at Claudia’s painting, I recall a poem that I wrote a very long time ago.
“Memories”
I do not live alone.
One by one come memories,
purged by time,
existing once again
in the perfection
of what might have been.
Visit her two blogs (“the moments between” and “quite spaces”) for more poems and wonderful photos. I especially like her latest icicles.
Claudia, his work has the lightness of air and the sensitive souls