The Lovely Thoughts

Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. — Philippians 4:8 The spice rising  from my tea, the cello strings that speak every emotion, the first release of paint on page —bird, feather, petal, sky —Continue reading “The Lovely Thoughts”

Wonderful Works

They speak of the glorious splendor of your majesty— and I will meditate on your wonderful works. —Psalm 145:5 Inked lines & a swash of paint, and I am overwhelmed by a parcel of grace — the gift of creating stills me to praise the Maker of all good. —C.L. Fisher, August 2022 Unless otherwiseContinue reading “Wonderful Works”

Hued Praises

If you see my art-space — crumbled paper towels like tie-dyed bundles, shavings from my many graphite pencils, gnawed eraser ends, everything dusted in charcoal and dotted  with tints and ink — you might think,  “Such a mess!” But it is a welcoming place to begin something  gloriously imperfect; even great failures  teach me somethingContinue reading “Hued Praises”

Hued Memories

I’ve been dreaming in florals, swirling petals, long and elegant stems that sway in some far away garden, hints of darkened blossoms  taking shape, hued memory awakening me to paint. —C.L. Fisher, September 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributedContinue reading “Hued Memories”


“I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.”  ― Vincent Van Gogh Van Gogh knew  the value of blue,  the gift of sunny blooms, the elegant, refracted texture of light  — and IContinue reading “Clarity”

A Poet’s Release

Unraveling words that speak, an exhalation that saves me before suffocating in the thick folds of life…what  I can’t escape becomes like woolen drapes enclosing a cramped space, and I stare into  that darkness until some part of me breaks, a release that pulls me out into the airy translucence of sun where all poetryContinue reading “A Poet’s Release”


A crumpled page of some fragmented  composition, a canvas  with one lone stoke washed upon it, a partially molded  bit of clay, a tattered bolt of forgotten cloth, an unraveling of yarn  where the needles stopped….Art abandoned becomes a message  of its own, the leavings of a heart, expression  left untold. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021Continue reading “Leavings”