Brooke Cutler Arts

Where heart meets creation.

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  • The Journey

    Life, for me, has been an up and down ride. A little like one of those slides at the playground, the ones that follow a wave-like movement and snake you all the way down to the ground, sometimes taking your… Continue reading

  • Breath

    I am the same breath as my art. Continue reading

  • The Bear

    ‘You must not fuss,’ said the boy to the bear. ‘This pot may no longer overflow with honey. But look. At the pot. At its rainbow shine, at its faded inscription. This pot has been cherished. And because it has… Continue reading

  • This Wind

    This wind is the beautiful melody of every precious moment we played, together. Sweet wind. Sing me again. Continue reading

  • A Strange Sort of Beautiful

    It’s a strange sort of beautiful, this life. I’ve followed the breadcrumbs, even the ones I knew would blow up my world. (They blew it up: into a million pieces of possibility. Beautiful possibility, for everyone around me.) I have been… Continue reading

  • Beautifully Us

    Take me to the fire. Dance with me in the spaces between the flames. Burn with me, into the quiet of everything pure. Everything. Perfectly beautifully us. Continue reading

  • Dissolved

    I am a body. But I am dissolved by the blinding light of destiny. Here I spin, longing to escape the heavenly dream that hurtles through the soft and quick of me. Catch me, hold me still. Oh, the aching,… Continue reading

  • Peace

    I’m so exhausted. And all I want for the rest of my days is peace. I recorded this as a story for Instagram, but I thought I’d share it with you guys. Because, heaven knows, the world needs a good… Continue reading

  • Love Hearts

    To my dear bloggy friends. Thank you for being my home. You are the people I always look forward to finding in the world again. Thank you for giving me another reason to be. Continue reading

  • Healed

    And then she said goodbye again, and again, and again. Each time, as if she’d forgotten the last. The broken heart of precious memories: a sting she can no longer deny. She loved his heart and soul, despite it all.… Continue reading

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