We had hardly reached the spot when Flora threw herself furiously into the bushes.
We had hardly reached the spot when Flora threw herself furiously into the bushes.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 11 x 14

We swim in circles while things get louder
We swim in circles while things get louder

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 16 x 12

The trout repeated, quietly, a taste of honey is worse than none at all.
The trout repeated, quietly, a taste of honey is worse than none at all.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 14 x 11

The pleasure is all mine.
The pleasure is all mine.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 8 x 8

They felt the dark slip into the night, and they hurdled fistfuls of petals into black.
They felt the dark slip into the night, and they hurdled fistfuls of petals into black.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 18 x 24

You are so dangerous. I know the end is coming soon.
You are so dangerous. I know the end is coming soon.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 11 x 14

You've been acting sort of tough lately. Close your roaring eyes and inhale these petals all the way home.
You've been acting sort of tough lately. Close your roaring eyes and inhale these petals all the way home.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 36 x 18

A wreath, like a mask, came down the river.
A wreath, like a mask, came down the river.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 14 x 11

Sugar, you know you’re my favorite. But, you are a hot mess.
Sugar, you know you’re my favorite. But, you are a hot mess.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, oil and pencil on birch, 16" x 20" 2012

She was taking it slow, but there were boughs and blooms above that patch of stream.
She was taking it slow, but there were boughs and blooms above that patch of stream.

Kirsten Maie Pisto, Oil and pencil on birch, 16" x 12", 2012

I'm as lonesome as you are and feel more empty everyday.
I'm as lonesome as you are and feel more empty everyday.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, oil on birch, 16” x 12”, 2012

We had hardly reached the spot when Flora threw herself furiously into the bushes.
We swim in circles while things get louder
The trout repeated, quietly, a taste of honey is worse than none at all.
The pleasure is all mine.
They felt the dark slip into the night, and they hurdled fistfuls of petals into black.
You are so dangerous. I know the end is coming soon.
You've been acting sort of tough lately. Close your roaring eyes and inhale these petals all the way home.
A wreath, like a mask, came down the river.
Sugar, you know you’re my favorite. But, you are a hot mess.
She was taking it slow, but there were boughs and blooms above that patch of stream.
I'm as lonesome as you are and feel more empty everyday.
We had hardly reached the spot when Flora threw herself furiously into the bushes.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 11 x 14

We swim in circles while things get louder

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 16 x 12

The trout repeated, quietly, a taste of honey is worse than none at all.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 14 x 11

The pleasure is all mine.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 8 x 8

They felt the dark slip into the night, and they hurdled fistfuls of petals into black.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 18 x 24

You are so dangerous. I know the end is coming soon.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 11 x 14

You've been acting sort of tough lately. Close your roaring eyes and inhale these petals all the way home.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 36 x 18

A wreath, like a mask, came down the river.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, 2012, oil on birch, 14 x 11

Sugar, you know you’re my favorite. But, you are a hot mess.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, oil and pencil on birch, 16" x 20" 2012

She was taking it slow, but there were boughs and blooms above that patch of stream.

Kirsten Maie Pisto, Oil and pencil on birch, 16" x 12", 2012

I'm as lonesome as you are and feel more empty everyday.

Kirsten Marie Pisto, oil on birch, 16” x 12”, 2012

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