his was the first summer that I took students from Geneva College for a travel/study course, Drawing and Writing in Salzburg.
I combined elements of places, people, landscape and memory. Life happens in layers of imagery. It is multi-layered. I
Continue reading →we now have a very early twilight and night descending. By 5:30 pm, it’s dark! It makes no sense to me to do this time change – we still get up in the dark, and now, we have one less hour in our afternoon before it gets dark. In my writing over the decades, darkness is a recurring theme. I focus on dark and darkness a lot in all seasons and it is a metaphor that shows up consistently in my poetry often.
I wrote this poem about drawing one night when I was in my room at a farm house, Bachmannhof , in Grödig, Austria. I lived there every summer for fourteen years.
Continue reading →American Author and Artist, Lynda McKinney Lambert shares a poem and instructions, From the Professors Journal.
“The stone urns sit atop the pilasters that surround the lush gardens. Each one seems like it is literally spewing glorious flowers like a waterfall. They are bursting forth from the pots. I sit and make pencil sketches of the urns. Each one is different from the others; each has a different design. All are massive.
Wolfe spent the final six years of his life imprisoned in Hohensalzburg Fortress, which overlooks the city of Salzburg. The fortress prison was his destiny as he was held prisoner until he died in 1612.”
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