"Flowers Afer the Rain"
By : Muffet Villegas

Yesterday,
I cannot see the trees
Out of my window
Only shadows,

The thick white curtain,
The rain came pouring,

Shadows, then darkness...
I found a candle...
the wind came
and snuff...snuff...

Today,
I cannot see the earth,
Flowers blanketed the hills,
incandescent before the sunbeam.

Coming Together

When sorrow came,
joy leaves the open door
he wished her near
yet she hid her face...

When joy came back,
sorrow said,
"I have no place here"
then bowed his head.

But one day, joy said,
If you leave again,
I will never be joy,
for i only exist
because of you.

Chasing Shadows
When moonbeams came chasing
shadows in the wind,

I stood by watching the glittering light
fascinated, yet perplexed...

knowing that the greatest part of life
was hidden in the rugged valleys,
weak yet strong,

Like eagles they renew their strength,
soaring, in their perfect time...

Glorious Day

His footfalls echoes while I sleep,
leaving dewdrops on my roses,
like diamonds sparkling, calling
in mute voices...
Then He paints the skies , quietly...
anticipating that I will see,
His glory in a new day.

Art and life for me

Eversince I was diagnosed with breast cancer, art took a new heightened meaning. As an artist who knew that life can end anytime, everything becomes vivid and fleeting. The colors in my palette are synonymous with my garden. Passion raced with time. I look at everything with new eyes, and this is my greatest challenge. How to transform emotions into colors and let them convey the joy, pain, hope, courage and faith in my brushstrokes.
How do you define art? Life and art are the same. Life is a blank canvas, lifeless until the vessel where the heart beats pours his emotions to make it colorful.
The vessel is a clay which the master potter molds, sometimes with too much pressure for the clay to become exceedingly beautiful.
Lines can end where our hope dies. Faith grows, as we explore the new beginnings, whether they are mountains or valleys or endless seas.
Life becomes so priceless when we see the end of the rope.
Art is precious like life, for it is the window of the soul.