Soul Glimpse



My photographs are
a direct line to my inner world.
They are the shortest distance
between my soul and yours.
- Jan Phillips (God is at Eye Level)

"The Colors of My Soul" copyright 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian

Can you follow the path?


p.s. You can see Fledgling Poet's soul today too.
It's in her words.

Comments

poefusion said…
Your picture reminds me of antique dishes/ bowls. My aunt Mary always bought and sold them at the flea market on weekends. She knows her stuff too.

I simply love your photo manipulations in the posts below. That's pretty cool.

Thanks for your kind words today. Have a nice day.
May 17, 2009 at 12:19 PM
Sherri B. said…
Oh wow...your soul has such beautiful colors. Breathtaking! :~)

Thank you so much for linking to my poem...I feel so out of touch with the blog world right now. Too much real life going on, and June will be just as hectic! July will bring less stress, and hopefully more time for writing and visiting my favorite blogs...

Thanks again, Meri~~
May 17, 2009 at 4:03 PM
Delwyn said…
Hi Meri
I just love that turquoise flower shape a little hidden down in the bottom right corner...

This part of the image attracts me and connects me to your colours and lines and shapes...the flow, form and vibrancy of Meri...

Happy Days
May 17, 2009 at 7:19 PM
Anonymous said…
i love the vibrancy of colours and the flow of lines and curves.
May 17, 2009 at 7:53 PM
Bagman and Butler said…
As always, a masterpiece. If you are not already hanging in galleries, you should be...
May 18, 2009 at 6:22 AM
mouse (aka kimy) said…
I love jan phillips... her book god is at eye level has been a major inspiration.

your photos always capture the spirit of what jan tries to teach....

I had the good fortune of attending one of her workshops here in cleveland a few years ago (geez it was probably 5 or 6 years ago)

tempus fugit!
May 18, 2009 at 6:34 PM
ELK said…
stunning colors and shapes meri!
May 19, 2009 at 1:02 PM
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