
Sometimes we fly, even without wings.
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Sometimes we fly, even without wings.
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My fears alone are prowling in the dark, their hungry eyes see and haunt me. Â An invisible storm…
This is the photograph that became the inspiration for this painting. It was taken outside the arena at…
out of darkness  ~ rising amarillo sol ~ lights our daily way ~Mark Schutter ©2015
The following poem was written after spending the entire day at the hospital watching ‘life’ occurring all around…
Love, is slow to anger. Patient and forever kind, always the best place to start. ~Mark Schutter ©2015…
Shadows Where we often hide Shadows Where our fears reside Shadows Where the dark lives inside Light…