Blumwurks Tapestries

...and a glorious morning to you! Find the shine in you today! Saint Paul, Minnesota USA rise & shine | Matthew Blum

In the quiet stillness of the morning, I happened upon him, the king, or so he said. Although impressed, i downplayed it and kept shooting While he spun his throne of thread. The wonderment of this landscape was interrupted, My curiosity crept. This land is so vast and he so small. His statement I could not accept. I found him again in his dew spotted castle Amongst prairie grass and weed. Beside him I sat. He stopped and he said, "Might there be something you need?" Before a response, I studied him. His air of power and strength. From his hairy abdomen to his skull tattoo. No more than a fingernail's length. Dumbfounded by his self repute, No trace of reasonable doubt, I slowly stood up and gave h...

We walk hand in hand desiring to experience together this mysterious land. Minneapolis, Minnesota USA the connection | Matthew Blum

Along a winding road, I happened upon this shelter. I often refer to these as the "what's he" buildings, In reference to the amazing poem/song "What's he building" By Tom Waits. We have a right to know. Rush City, Minnesota USA what's he building in there | Matthew Blum

The beautiful design of a lily...rising...full of life! Saint Paul, Minnesota USA yellow rising | Matthew Blum

As you trudge through life, know that your scars will be many. It is those scars that shed light on the dark places within, And provide a glimpse of Who you were, Who you are, And who you may become. Pine City, Minnesota USA scars | Matthew Blum

...and know that while you rest, something within is growing and, if you allow, it will pour out and spread and inspire. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA quiescent | Matthew Blum

...and out of the darkness, the answer will be shown...a solution that will carry you over uncertain waters. Minneapolis, Minnesota USA the reveal | Matthew Blum

peel the skin. crush the bone. massage the membrane. i am jack's entrenched subconscious. (words for the image 'deconstructing jack') Saint Paul, Minnesota USA jack's entrenched subconscious | Matthew Blum

The world is enormous, Filled with so much wonder. We are small visitors. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA small visitors | Matthew Blum

a calm state of mind Madison, South Dakota USA subconscious equilibrium | Matthew Blum

I know, I know. I know what you're going to say. What sorrow or grief would I have, That you might understand? I'm a pest, right? Dirty, carrying pathogens and disease? Enjoy a stroll through someone's garbage, or spending a day with fresh manure? Okay, I suppose all those things are true. But, dude, think about it. I can fly up to 6 miles in 24 hours. As a wee little maggot, I can clean out a nasty wound. And, get this, with all your increasing waste, You can potentially use me to manage it. I only live for up to a month. So the next time you see me Crashing into the glass. Don't grab the swatter... Open the window! I've lots to do! Saint Paul, Minnesota USA lamentations of the misunderstood | Matthew Blum

Two dancers amidst the chaos...he lifts her for all to see Saint Paul, Minnesota USA for all to see | Matthew Blum

the pursuit is clear. course is locked. purpose, aware. grant me the courage. the feet and mind are heavy. the heart is strong. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA discovering my compass | Matthew Blum

...time is the perfect weapon. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA perfectly flawed | Matthew Blum

Rock balancing on the beautiful North Shore. The question...Is it the earth tipping, or the rock? Lake Superior, Minnesota USA tipping point | Matthew Blum

The orchids grow in the woods and let out their fragrance even if no one is around to appreciate it. ~Confucius Chicago, Illinois USA a noble specimen | Matthew Blum

...it will ignite the deepest and richest colors of your soul. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA the fire within | Matthew Blum

Taken at the Kennedy Space Center in Florida, USA. The hangar bay for the Space Shuttle was so massive and its infrastructure so complex. So many triangles...so many equations... the persistent dream of Pythagoras | Matthew Blum

Minneapolis, Minnesota USA finding center | Matthew Blum

In theoretical physics, a brane (short for membrane) is an object which can have any number of allowed dimensions. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA branes | Matthew Blum

A winter photo of Minnehaha Falls. Minneapolis, Minnesota USA suspended | Matthew Blum

My family frames the beautiful sky that I gaze upon. The wind caresses me gently. I have found my resting place. Minneapolis, Minnesota USA resting place | Matthew Blum

An enormous dream catcher. Raspberry Island Saint Paul, Minnesota USA soaring dreams | Matthew Blum

the stare down

A crucial step in achieving a positive outcome, is to be a better listener. Saint Cloud, Minnesota USA the wailing limb | Matthew Blum

Ford Parkway Bridge over the Mississippi River. Minneapolis, Minnesota USA naive | Matthew Blum

Behold. Let us march on fervently Into the depths of the dragons' chamber, Find them and slay them. Put them to eternal rest. Are we not stronger, Because we have faced our dragons. Or do we deny them, Allow them to sleep among us, For one day they will awaken. Minneapolis, Minnesota USA where the dragons sleep | Matthew Blum

Duluth, Minnesota USA carbon footprint | Matthew Blum

Always believe in yourself! Saint Paul, Minnesota USA believe | Matthew Blum

The Duluth South Breakwater Outer Light was first lit in 1874. Duluth, Minnesota USA 1874 | Matthew Blum

All the things you shared from the center of your being, have permanently and forevermore become a part of mine. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA all those little pieces | Matthew Blum

Walking the streets of the beautiful downtown. Chicago, Illinois USA goodbye my love | Matthew Blum

nature is fascinating. tune in. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA 432 Hz | Matthew Blum

The John A. Blatnik bridge spans the Saint Louis Bay from Duluth, Minnesota to Superior, Wisconsin. Duluth, Minnesota USA the blatnik | Matthew Blum

between the storms....a delicate calm. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA the spirited interlude | Matthew Blum