Expanding and Evolving
Expanding and Evolving is an arts and letters show that grows over time. Visit the site often to witness it expand and evolve.
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“Exteriors”
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acrylic 30×40 $595
acrylic 40×30 $595
pastel 12×16 $75
pastel 16×12 $75
A Haiku a Day
by Sharon Ramsay Curtis
A haiku a Day
Keeps my foul temper at bay!
Greening earth heals much.
mclean-lorraine@hotmail.com
oil on panel 8×10 $75
kensolilo@gmail.com
photo prints 8×12=$40 12×18=$90
canvas prints 8×12=$150 16×24=$330
kensolilo@gmail.com
photo prints 8×12=$40 12×18=$90
canvas prints 8×12=$150 16×24=$330
kensolilo@gmail.com
photo prints 8×12=$40 12×18=$90
canvas prints 8×12=$150 16×24=$330
Ditch Lily
by Antony Di Nardo
Single and
six feet away,
of all the lilies
a fleeting blossom
that captures the imagination
of an entire forest.
No thought of open plains,
fields of gold,
just happy to be in the ditch she’s in,
taking up
her sun-given space
and nothing else.
Lily Candescence
by Antony Di Nardo
Lilium canadense, a lily by any other name
would be as fiery a petal as the sun
when the sun falls to earth.
When light from yonder window breaks
and sky disclaims excess,
the lily, first thing in the morning,
first light of day,
calls it not dawn
but candescence.
by Tom Groot
flyingdutchman@bell.net
digital photo on canvas
12.25″ W x 18″ H $100
by Tom Groot
flyingdutchman@bell.net
digital photo 9″ W x 12″ H $100
flyingdutchman@bell.net
digital photo 10″ W x 14.5″ H $125
Tyendinaga Caverns by Cathy Joyce
kehcs2@gmail.com
acrylic pour 28×14 $150
Shores of Presqu’ile
by Cathy Joyce
Over the next ridge are the sounds of the gently lapping waves against the shoreline.
Feeling excitement and taking the pace up a notch.
The view of the lake is what dreams are made of, in today’s world; calm, peace and solitude.
SCOLD OF JAYS
by Donna Wootton
Blue Jays arrive early
Land on the bannister of my balcony
Teetering like wind-up metal versions of themselves
In competition with gulls
Scolding sound echoes after flight
High up in the canopy of trees they find their perch
Poop drips down clean clear glass
URGH! Can I scold these jays?
Wonders
by Susan Statham
He gazes on the world
With his fresh clear eyes,
While each and every morning
Provides a new surprise.
His will is strong and yet,
He’s soft and meek and mild.
He’s all that’s yet to be
For he is still a child.
Frost
by Marie-Lynn Hammond
There was frost
like salt
on the ground
the day that I left
No wind or movement
stirred the air
and yet
from the tree outside my window
the grey leaves
tumbled
and fell
like wounded birds.
A Kiss
by Christopher Black
A kiss is never kept,
A kiss is a snowflake in the sun,
A kiss is a touch of souls.
Closing Time
by Antony Di Nardo
Fool’s gold and purple light,
the dusk of time,
the lily’s final thrust
down to only minutes left.
The overhanging maples lean,
tall pines net the last of light.
Temples made of longing for their branches.
Fat moon riding bareback up
from the eastern coast.
“Interiors”
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Desiree
by Christopher Black
Alone in the darkness
I yearn for your breath
Warm upon my cheek,
Soft upon my neck,
As restless, I toss
And then-turn again
To capture your warmth
In a night cold as death
November Haiku
by Marie-Lynn Hammond
A fly on the sill
its death fills my empty room
winter lies waiting.
Daily
by Antony Di Nardo
ask nothing of your work but that it returns to you
(daylily
daylily
daylily
daylily
daylily
daylily)
daily
kensolilo@gmail.com
photo prints 12×12 $50 20×20 $90
canvas prints 12×12 $180 20×20 $400
kensolilo@gmail.com
photo prints 12×12 $50 20×20 $90
canvas prints 12×12 $180 20×20 $400
kensolilo@gmail.com
photo prints 12×12 $50 20×20 $90
canvas prints 12×12 $180 20×20 $400
Tossing and turning all night; too hot, too cold; a pain here, an ache there.
Slowly waking to song birds chirping happily; the sun shining brightly.
Good morning day; together we will start again.
by Cathy Joyce
Music
by Susan Statham
It throbs it beats it’s wild it’s free
With sweet waves it covers me.
A friend who brings with every note
A warm caress for ear and throat.
In heart and mind it lingers on
Long after all of sound is gone.
Instructions
by Reva Nelson
Alice’s book, Who Do You Think You Are? in 1978
Had its title changed for the Americans
Surely no one there could relate
But we girls in Canada knew
Not to be too loud or bold
Humility was our fate
Especially on a date.
Steamy Early Morning
by Sharon Ramsay Curtis
Cool, liquid breezes,
Pour from the bathroom window.
Blessing my body!
“Art in 3 Dimensions”
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Christmas
by Susan Statham
Bells ring, carollers sing
Lights shine through the night.
Ready the room, poinsettias bloom
The world’s as right as right.
Candy canes, chocolate stains
And here comes Auntie dear.
Extra dishes and special wishes
It’s that time of the year.
Pine trees and shaky knees
Snowflakes begin to fall
Presents done for everyone
And a Merry Christmas to all!
Share the joy of this season and swag your front door with decorative earth tones.
Walk up your front stairs; enter through a festive door, into your safe and comforting home.
Let memories be treasured forever. – Cathy Joyce
Swift Servant
by Christopher Black
Fencer’s foil, gauntlet and shoe
Strewn in the corner with bottles of glue,
Bookends and books and magazines due,
Odds and ends, with which we’re through.
Bicycles, wheels, pliers and screws
Particles of memory, old-fashioned news,
But in glazed window
Sweeps orderly light
Turning havoc to haven,
With prismatic might.
Foodland Cobourg
by Sharon Ramsay Curtis
Metal arch covered with vines.
Parking lot, Foodland.
Pond beyond-respite!
Grocery store garden,
Mauve Rose of Sharon welcomes.
Vines and shrubs abound.
Sheltered pond beckons.
Oasis for tired humans.
Cools the soul, heals the heart.
A mosaic of your special place is a great gift. Your china can be incorporated. Prices vary based on size and complexity
mail@anjahertle.com
mail@anjahertle.com
mosaic using recycled china,
pottery and glass
6×12 $325
mail@anjahertle.com
House#57 / 501 Queen Street /
Red Camper
$45 each + $10 for feather insert
by Marie-Lynn Hammond
Cats are the sultans of slumber:
any time, any place,
they can sleep like the dead.
But they resurrect like Osiris
again and again
at the sound of a can opener,
or,
back then by the Nile,
the almost inaudible
patter of mice.
No wonder Egyptians
worshipped them!
by Antony Di Nardo
Harmonies are second
person plural written
with lilies waving
in the distance,
a function of the image
if that is all they have to say
Conflicts are written
in the first person
words like missiles pounding
in the distance,
a function of my finger on the trigger
if that was all I had to say
for William Carlos Williams
Part one
Looking out at a snowy day
I search for the words to express
the harshness
the cold
the brilliance
the overwhelmingness
But the poet was right
“No ideas but in things”:
for William Carlos Williams
Part two
A squirrel plucks a lone maple key
from a greybare branch
only the top of the Muskoka chair shows above the snow on the lawn
the brittle lake ice groans, stretches in sleep
and a lone bird pecks at ice crusted hollows
the north wind has stolen the birdsong and rustle of trees
thrown down her white glove to the sun
she draws warmth from my bones
I want to melt her icy grip
but have only the strength to sigh and wait.