Anna the Prophetess by Sonja Benskin Mesher

Anna the Prophetess

the lime kilns are empty now,
yet the mass remains, the wonder
at the shape. spring came.

each road a picture, slowly staring,
came  painting,  visual
overload resulting.

then to explain birds, that need none,
drawing lines, weaving dreams
for peace of mind.

we walked together,
she told me stories.

Sonja Benskin MesherSonja Benskin Mesher about Sonja Benskin Mesher. I am a painter who writes, a writer that paints, a drawer on life, and landscape. … Watch me make things. Am quite patient, hold my tongue, but can’t say multi-disciplinary. Easily I live here, in Wales, Easily I have worked full time as a visual artist since 1999, and have spent those years exploring ways to communicate thoughts and concerns. Its not all you see on the surface, it goes deeper than that. When I work I remember and try to make sense of it all.

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