P. D. Murray
Murray is an accomplished painter and writer.
Through 2010, he was shown exclusively by Treehouse Studio Galleries. His work hangs in private collections around the world. He's also published 5 books. You can see more at www.pdmurray.art
paper, scissors, happy
I've always loved how creative stage design, even with a minimum of materials, can build a magical world. My current craft is inspired by this art form, sculpting painted paper to make small dreamscapes that transport me to my happiest of places.
P. D. MurrayPublished 4 days ago in Journal
Making a Beautiful Mess
I’ve been passionate about making art pretty much since the day I discovered crayons and walls. Ever since, even while raising a family and carving out a career as a creative advertising professional, I’ve managed to produce artwork in a wide range of media. Today, I find myself fortunate enough to have a modest following of online followers, dedicated patrons, and a beautiful studio in a converted wood mill.
P. D. MurrayPublished 20 days ago in Journal
Saturation
In the slow drip of last February In the sterile chair As my body sipped from the IV, A colony of cells diminished
P. D. MurrayPublished about a month ago in Poets
Clean Like You're Dying
Look, I’m sorry. But I’m not going to tell you how to organize your batteries. How to wrangle your wire coat hanger problem. How to tackle your attics or basements, or any of those dark morasses of debris and memory.
P. D. MurrayPublished 3 months ago in Lifehack
Paul Klee and the Ant
Colonist MyrmidaAleph201 has embarked on her third excursion of the morning. She leaves the nest in the flowerbox and wanders up the warm bricks of the house. The trail is strongest here, the pheromones as bright as a boulevard set ablaze. Her fellow incoming Colonists stop to stroke her antenna briefly as she passes. She can taste their enthusiasm.
P. D. MurrayPublished 4 months ago in Humans
Mermaid
My mother was a drunk and a mermaid. Or a mermaid and a drunk. That’s the problem with words: whatever you say first sounds like it causes the second. But sometimes people are just two things at once. And more likely three. See, my mother wasn’t a mermaid because she was a drunk. And she wasn’t a drunk because she was a mermaid. She was just both, as long as I can remember. Oh, and a dreamer. A drunk, dreaming mermaid that drank and dreamed.
P. D. MurrayPublished 4 months ago in Families
