Tree of Life

“And love is smiling through all things.”

-Terrence Malick, The Tree of Life

Tall Trees, Blue Sky with Sun Star

 “It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.”

-Robert Louis Stevenson

Cypress, Silver Springs


“There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.”Owl in Tree

-Martin Luther


lowercase art

This article from The Lewicki Agency’s website ( has the words to help explain the muse and the need for expression that I have passion for.   I love bringing those expressions to fruition here on Sweet Breathing’s blog/website.  It is purely personal.  It may never be read or seen. It’s simply what I have in my be-ing that day as I connect inside and outside with the world – especially nature’s world.

My expressions in photography and words are not Art (although the quotes that I often pair with my offerings from the masters that speak to me about these wonders often are).  My photos and words are certainly not “Fine” nor the “Uppercase Art” this article discusses. But they are indeed “lowercase art” in the very way this article describes.

This blog truly is an honest and raw dialogue, in pictures and words, about my world, my life, and my experience – my constant thread to wonder.  It IS freeing, creative and often does (as the author writes) “reveal another dimension of my understanding.”

lowercase art.

Yes, it explains it pretty well.  Thanks Andrea.


from Andrea Lewicki:

“There’s a difference between Art and what I call ‘lowercase art.’

Both are forms of creative expression.

Both are dialogues about our world, our lives, our experience.

Uppercase Art is fine art. It’s created in awareness of a particular domain of expression.

Uppercase Art has lineage.

The most important distinction of Uppercase Art is that its dialogue includes an external audience. Uppercase Art has a life outside the artist.

Lowercase art is created more in the insulated awareness of an individual’s life. It has a certain wild individuality. Lowercase art is an internal dialogue, within the artist. It’s personal, deeply individual. You invent the rules, the traditions, the standards.

You create and take apart and recreate all within the privacy of your own experience.

Both Uppercase Art and lowercase art are about creating meaning. Both can be inventive and radically new. In both Uppercase Art and lowercase art, you learn to improvise through obstacles, solve the unique problems that arise from your inventions, and reveal another dimension of your understanding.

But lowercase art is primarily for you. It’s your creative playground. What starts in lowercase art sometimes ends in Uppercase Art, but it doesn’t have to. Lowercase art can be messy and incomplete and still make perfect sense to you.

When you create lowercase art, you create your own creative shorthand.

Lowercase art is liberating, an activity of pure freedom, safe from external judgement.

It’s yours. It’s where you can be most freely you. There’s courage and connection here.

Lowercase art is good for your overall wellbeing.”

Sap Frozen in Time, Woods Lake

“Inspiration isn’t delivered on a silver platter to an idle or distracted muse. Inspiration is received by open eyes, open mind, & open heart.”

-Andrea Lewicki

The Gift

“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant.  We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.”

-Albert Einstein

Mountains, Utah

“You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you’ll discover will be wonderful.  What you’ll discover is yourself.”

-Alan Alda



The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone.”

Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting