Your book will be written
Your poems submitted
And your art will soar.
Smile, laugh
This is your time
To roar.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Your book will be written
Your poems submitted
And your art will soar.
Smile, laugh
This is your time
To roar.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
The Purple Hills Art & Heritage Society’s
last weekend was a success!
Art, Prints and merchandise were sold and new friendships were forged
I would like to say ‘Thanks’ to all of you who came out to support us
and on Saturday, braved that nasty wind.
Also the volunteers and organizers who made it run so smoothly
my fellow artists,
the best being Victoria Denoga Huntley who shared
Ray’s Place
with me and was supportive, is absolutely talented and just so much fun!
And of course
Tony Fry for giving us his venue, Ray’s Place for a few days
My running is not all I am about
But it is what keeps me physically healthy, grounded and at peace
Without it, I will have no focus, no inner peace.
My writing is not all I am about
But from it, I feel whole, in touch with who I am spiritually
I feel a calm, a calm fulfillment.
My art is not all I am about
It’s what I need, what I feel called to do
A yearning, a desire, a challenge, an ecstasy
It is who I am. Who I desire to be.
But not all I am about.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
It started in my head
It grew in my heart
My pen let it out
That painting, that writing
That perfect piece of art.
It’s voice did cry
‘Bring me out to the world
Not living just in your head’
I heard those words from
That perfect piece of art.
Begged to be seen
Begged to be read
That idea, that writing
That perfect piece of art.
Now the world can see
What my pen brought out
That lived in my head
Grew in my heart
That painting, that writing
That perfect piece of art.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Here in my life I have a purpose.
As do we all.
Mine is to make art beautiful.
To fulfill me, make my soul glow. To love, cherish, embrace the intangible
and make it real, touchable, to caress, to feel in your heart.
A living art created within my mind and expressed by my hand.
This is my purpose in this, this life of mine.
Your book will be written
Your poems submitted
And your art will soar.
Smile, laugh
This is your time
To roar.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012