Artist LC

There is something exquisite about roses wet with raindrops., impossible to truly capture the beauty. It touches my heart with their beauty. I drew this picture of two pale pink roses from the bottom of our garden, blessing the bench they hang over. They reminded me of a moving song my husband wrote for me about how I put rise petals on my eyes to try and ease their constant pain.. Here is the link to his song. https://soundcloud.com/greg-crowhurst/roses-in-the-rain

https://pennypawsrescue.org.uk/?s=Rory Too many dogs Looking for homes, Kindness and a warm bed To rest their sad bones, Eyes full of hope  Their need is great How much longer Do they have to wait For love to surround them? For love to save them. For love to bless them?

  There comes a point In the level of pain and hypersensitivity  Where nothing you do Is going to help me. And everything you try Is going to make things worse Even asking how you can help me. I don’t want to be here in this pkace with you,  Yet again. I want the gentle tender loving care, The kind words And generosity of love you offer me endlessly But even that is not always accesible to me In that moment when The wall of pain Has risen too high To feel your presence accurately. I am tormented. I know you want to make it better. You might be able to stay, in silence, unmoving, But maybe it is better to go for now For at times like this, I will only shout at the barriers between us And the impossibility of my endurance Yet still  I have to bear it, Till it passes And hope to reconnect with feeling you, Loving me. Drawing the picture understates the reality but tries to express the minimilisation of life and the isolation from normality.

 I am delighted to share this moving video with you that brings a blessing to the earth and all plats and seeds. I am happy that some of my drawings are highlighted and enhanced by the photos of the real flowers I have drawn. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L56uGCVPPhQ

  FALLING I am so pleased to have been able to illustrate this song to accompany such a beautiful piece of piano music. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PahEDdiSbM&source_ve_path=OTY3MTQ&embeds_referring_euri=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.holyway.co.uk%2F&embeds_referring_origin=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.holyway.co.uk This is what my husband has said about it.: “ My wife has a beautiful voice, before she got ill she was a singer/songwriter, with over a 100 songs written Can you imagine how painful it is then, for her to have lost the ability to play and sing, for decades? Add in profound noise sensitivity and an intolerance of headphones, for she can't bear even the slightest pressure on her head, to try and record a song, or cope with sound so close to her ears, because it triggers paralysis and intense pain, her voice has been silenced for decades. Recently, however, I brought a Tascam DR-40XP to record bird song. Incredibly we have been able to use it to record her voice without the ne...

This is my physical reality, the context in which I am sometimes able to express myself through poetry and art. The worse it is, the greater the need to try and express it. This is my latest attempt to convey something of my ongoing experience. The pain pushes outwards The world pushes inwards Me, in the middle. Feels like I will burst with it, Shatter, disintegrate,  from the strain. The pressure mounts The pain expands It squeezes me. It batters  me inside and out. Whilst I, I try to remain calm. I cannot move. The pain dominates Numbness creeps up me. Sight diminishes. Thought disappears. And I am lost from my world And just have to wait,  Seemingly endlessly, Till the pressure That would surely crush me Lowers Though the burning, throbbing, crawling pain Continues its unrelenting assault And I, Still In the middle, To my surprise, Have found some kind of inner peace, To endure it.