P-Staatz

@p-staatz.bsky.social

Riding the thinking trails to a greener universe and enjoying the tunes along the way! Northwest Blue 💙💙💙 Poet, Horse Trainer, Explorer,gardener , Very very very much into Equalities Qualities 🇨🇦🇲🇽🇺🇦🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

Shovels, hoes , fresh dirts Gardens early growing blisters Earth's spins blistered heats Growing heart's blooming gifts Sweating extractions blistered planet's Wondering can we stop hoarding Wonderful cycles converging truths

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I O R B I T O F U N R A V E L L I N G I Perfect circles. Broken circles. Circles that refuse to stay contained. This work explores the tension between control and collapse—where geometry dissolves into emotion, and structure bleeds into chaos. — The Asylum Art — Art and words by Yves

“Orbit of Unraveling” is a meditation on imperfection within structure. The circle—traditionally a symbol of unity, eternity, and completeness—is fractured, repeated, and allowed to dissolve. Some forms remain pristine and intentional, while others bleed outward, their edges surrendering to gravity and chance.

The overlapping compositions create a quiet tension: order attempting to assert itself while fluidity resists containment. Transparent washes seep into one another, forming new shapes in the spaces between—suggesting that meaning is not found in isolation, but in collision.

There is a rhythm here, almost orbital, yet unstable. Each circle feels like a moment—some whole, some interrupted, some still forming. Together, they map an emotional landscape where control gives way to flow, and perfection reveals its fragility.

Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx
This is digitally created art
concept and execution by Yves

she runs to the river like in the movies rolling up her jeans boots left on the sand a small pause before it bursts out rough at first then softer her chest rises & falls she laughs “I laughed,” she notes then laughs at having laughed feet in the water boots on the #bank #vss365 #blueskypoets

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love flowed in rills and streams gathering in the channel rushing and rapid love overflowed the banks soaking silt into the soil oh, and how things grew love meandered lazily windings its way through each of us now does love enter the sea becoming drops in the ocean of our lives #vss365

#vss365 she found her words tucked under his pillow in the morning his keys hung sloppily over the lip of the plate the sun cut his figure out of the sky leaving a hellish glow he was angry stones skipping across the pond she was in love with tiger lilies sleeping by the river #bank

the inkwell full overflowing on my desk I'd write you words but they'd only live in envelopes unsent ticking, always ticking I'm forced to pay attention to time its emptiness only reminds me of the way you used to fill my days I am a cistern walls bulging stressed full of love unexpressed #vss365