Artwork A. T. Path: Archive

Artwork A. T. Path

January 2012

2 posts

Home - Quick deep cold issued forth on black wings. MJC

Home - The moon wanes while winter enters. MJC

December 2011

2 posts

November 2011

1 post

October 2011

1 post

September 2011

1 post

August 2011

11 posts

Home - Wispy lunar sunrise. MJC

July 2011

4 posts

There is a point, a point of intersection, where the spark of spirit recognizes the grace within the gift of receiving. In moments of trial there are oft times the deepest qualities of grace. They can be seen both in the offering and in the receiving. With the recent confluence of events I’m most humbled to be a witness to wondrous grace. Thank you to one and all for the perfect help at...

May 2011

9 posts

April 2011

4 posts

“What bird is that?” “Where?” “That bird, the one that’s singing.” “Oh, that’s not a bird. That’s the ring tone on my phone.” “Oh. What kind of phone is that?” “It’s a Red Tufted Organizer.” “Good to be outside.” “Yeah, nothing like nature. The office gets so annoying.” - in a park on a concrete sidewalk bounded by metal fences. MJC

When I grow up I wanna be the last over-wintered crabapple eaten by a Robin making its first nest. MJC

Tribal? - Anonymous? MJC

Home - A flock of birds in the wind, like a shadowing apparition, flow over the field. MJC

January 2011

17 posts

Home - If it weren’t for the weather, there would be no weather to talk about. MJC

Her work as a translator caused the most peculiar reaction for her sleep patterns. Her dreams were in languages with which she was unfamiliar. At first she found this odd, but did nothing about the rather curious occurrence. After some time passed and discussions with her workmates she decided she should learn more about this phenomenon. Taking a long vacation she developed a device that let her...

When I grow up I wanna be a single crystal of frost formed on a cold winter’s night that leaves its memory in a morning of white iridescence. MJC