Continuing our lesson from last month where we explore the strong case for the observation of nature as a basis for a painters training.

Between earth and sky we stand. We are mediators, conduits, and guardians of this planet. We walk, Our feet on the earth, our heads...

Green is the new gold, Whose perfume captures our senses And awakens us to new way of smelling the roses, To new ways of opening our...

Green grey, green red flowering gum. Blue wonder our home planet. Astronauts become poets and seers Awe struck by your beauty, they drink...

Silver Ball, Sparkling illuminant Light my black heart, with songs so nascent, Sing me a song, of ancient ocean tides, rising and falling...

It says on the Gate ‘Three Goat Farm’ Your pretty little heads, dark brown and black nod gently at farmer Jo. Your beards dangling under...

My Poem Speaks, When I taste the yoke of my soul. The quest to taste the yoke and grasp the poetry, Here in W.A, north of Perth, As far...

Last night I took a journey, across the moon, Guided by a periwinkle star, I mapped it as we went, through massive caverns, on the Milky...

Following and following and following, All the days crawl on bended knees, Into the abyss of hollow shadows, Returning and returning,...

Tragedy befell my blackbird’s mate last year about this time. I wept to find its feathers strewn about the garden. Its mate frantically...

The stones in the ancient creek bed, Are there to teach us about the birdsong, and to know I am not alone. One Village One Life.

Belying this dry brown place, Green Lake you draw me in, your fertile bog, moist and dark, a crucible of stirring primal life.

Longing to be embraced by the bush, We attempt to show an outwad expression, with structures of homage to the sacred. A tent at the...

Self portraiture is a mandatory discipline for me, especially at this time of autumn when the trees show us they are willing to let go to...

Green Lake Conservation Reserve. A circle of mallee gums, around a dry lake bed, The locals say, there is a bog hole and water seeps...

by Ellen Michel | Feb 19, 2021 See above a photograph of an Atom. It’s the fuzzy edges interconnecting with the background. Atoms love to...