Art

Visual, it’s there in the minds’ eye, each time our eyes are closed, each time we turn a vista corner, each time our hearts beat, a vision, a feeling, a color swells to form a line inside the eyes that wants with all its expression, to exist. Is that how I feel? I must since here it is, washes of hues and pen lines scribbled, just to let it escape into the concrete here and now, then and there. It is poetry of sight, texture and smell that pushes the paint to paper.

Poetry

Sound, it is there with art each time our eyes are closed, each time we turn a vista corner, each time our hearts beat, a sound or a turn of phrase catches, a feeling, a color, to form a line inside the mind that wants with all its expression, to exist. Is that how I feel as well about the written word? It must since here it is, wanting to escape into the concrete here and now, then and there. It is art of sound, texture, smell that pushes the pen to the paper.

Prose

Then there is the story. The poetry that starts as prose or the prose that evolves into poetry. Whichever it is, it culminates in expression…and that is what this is about…

I am: Deborah Jane Thompson Johnson, djtjohnson by paint, Deborah T. Johnson & Freshly Brewed Poems by pen, DebbieGirlDesign by needle and thread. Welcome