perception

Conversation within

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


“Creation begins where perception softens.”

In the quiet hours, dialogue unfolded not in words but impressions, thought meeting feeling, intuition sketching form. The conversation did not instruct; it invited. Every question was a doorway, every pause a room filled with possibility.

What is built through awareness does not need blueprints. It asks only for presence, for the courage to see the unseen and allow it to shape what comes next.

The cove mirrored this exchange, still on the surface, alive beneath, a constant conversation between reflection and motion.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the dialogue will turn inward, where perception meets emotion and becomes knowing.

The Shivers of Shadows

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

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“Stillness is rarely still.”

There is a shiver where silence settles,
not from the cold,
but from the way truth presses against the walls.

Shadows lengthen,
not because the light has shifted,
but because deception stretches farther than we thought.

A pause is never just a pause.
It is a weight.
It is the sound of something unsaid
carving a hollow behind the ribs.

Sometimes I wonder if silence is a shield
or if it is a weapon,
cutting deeper with every moment it holds back.

And yet,
in the same stillness,
a spark waits.
A reminder that even in the grip of hidden lies,
the body knows,
the spirit remembers,
and nothing stays buried forever.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
When silence finally breaks, will it whisper, or will it roar?

Reflection Is Our Cue

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

You are the reflection coming from me, I am the mirror of perception you see.

Kerri Elizabeth

When you feel lost within, breathe in and out again.

In a subtle way you can be shifted away.

If you walked into a gallery of art and it touched your heart, would you take a paintbrush and add a small stroke to correct what your eye evokes?

If you see a masterpiece of another’s work, would you turn it upside down so only in your eye it worked?

When you read a biography of another’s life, do you judge and want to rewrite?

Listen to your voice inside, correct and hear what is within you to arrive.

I am a picture of art and I have my own brushes to create color that sets me apart.

I will honor you and your art, it is not my place to add a line, an aritst lives in and out of his own lines.

I appreciate your part in my life so far, it has created a vision of color and art I never would of seen without your footprint on my part.

Don’t cover my colors and my symbols that make me or the canvas will be show solitude of only what your eye can see.

Let me shine in the world and you shine too, imagine the colors when we allow each other to choose.

What do you want to see in the reflection coming from me?

Choose the colors that you want to be.

I am coloring the canvas of my life and you are the sunshine in my eyes!

SUNSHINE