Saturday, 19 November 2016

Liz in the green

Friday, 11 March 2016


She is fluid
a dreamer
her days float inside a snow globe
her weeks a hazy mirage
of unfinished paintings on the floor
and illusive poems in the chandler
She reads novels in her bedroom hammock
where skylight prisms illuminate bright stars
She yearns for a lovers thirst
before she floats away
before she bursts

Wednesday, 13 January 2016

Images of women representing the 4 elements

The 4 Elements
A sketch, mixed with water colour pencils , soft pastels was brought into the digital world via photoshop to portray our 4 Elements , Air, Water, Fire and Earth. These images can also be purchased in multiple mediums on my website, see right. Thank you for stopping by,



Tuesday, 14 July 2015

Art Visions: Melancholy woman portraits for sale

Art Visions: Melancholy woman portraits for sale:  These mixed media prints are available in various mediums on my website. Please visit Fine Art America to see what is available in the f...

Monday, 13 July 2015

Melancholy woman portraits for sale

 These mixed media prints are available in various mediums on my website. Please visit Fine Art America to see what is available in the form of framed prints, canvas, tote bags, pillows, greetings cards, duvets, thank you so much for your support. I am trying to set up a small kitty for a dental emergency. You can reach my site by clicking on the FAA links on the right hand side.I hope you enjoy the feeling the girls evoke.  Have a beautiful day. Thank you for your support.

Friday, 12 June 2015

Inspiration comes and goes like the wind. I thought I would show the process of Daisy in the making. I put the final on my website today. She is now available as a fine art print, or a pillow and even a tote bag.

I think she is finished, but I may go back to her hair, I like messy, but someone suggested I clean her hair up a bit. What do you think?

I call her Daisy, from Daisy in The Great Gatsby,

Monday, 8 December 2014

A few of my poems and art


The universe of your eyes,
as soft as rain
whispers heaven this night,
reeds that sway
then spirals sweet
back to home,
where comfort breathes no pain,

under stars,
stirs the unclaimed dove

a desire in untainted form
without regretful rooms that pain the heart
a spark,
a soul,
a lingered touch
closer still,
 and yet to part

lingered by movements
where ember sparks do rise
powers beyond my demise


Thin are the nights left behind
lingered thoughts perchance do creep
from days and nights,
saturated in you

My dreams shift and roll
I still remember, I can't forget
hunger opens my heart
a little nearer yet

I lay in a dream with you in flight
deep within a banked river wood
there my thoughts open your wings
musky scented
ring on spring
Sirens sometimes haunt me there
Winds my dizzy hair

My thoughts are sometimes far apart,
I think of us soul to heart
Waived by a spirit moon
Furled by sleep in my cacoon


We shall not speak of lost days 

or feel frozen stardust songs 

the bloom of the ice rose 

has just begun 

by winds

and more
A Suite to dream
in the calm of night
Voices serene


Here in the shady glen
where such things pass

Mesmerized with a silent hum
under the transparent night sky,
I recall her visions from long ago

Her eyes sparkle free and wild
emerald- dusted diamonds
Twinkling sensations

Her dazzling gifts and fiery grace
welcome a special midnight space
Her back bends on solar winds
Eternal wing-prints

She knows where the hidden things are
it's part of her instant radar
she knows how the stars turn blue
and which ones need to be rescued

Here in the shady glen
where they pass

kdp 2010 


How glad and strong
a strength can be
when secret grieve is gone
a fan, a flame, a sparks desire

Bend my shadow there,
shifts of  light and spell-bound air,
sips  in softness-this night
refrained  from past sight

There, a white spirit bear, watches us
shall it strive or fade unseen?
still-eyed, deep-eyed, so very dear
with kind sleep to bring me near

Kim Prowse ©
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This bear walks a forest trail with me, he is on the lower embankment, while I walk the upper trail. I used the photo in negative form to enhance the Spirit Bear because I have never seen a white bear, though I have dreamt of them at night in my sleep.