Visual Poetry Walk

The latest installation @ the Scuppernong Bookstore in downtown Greensboro:

Krystal Hart is excited to be apart of Greensboro’s Visual Poetry Walk. Her hand painted planter box water feature “Gardened Covenant” is an interpretation of Wayne Johns poem “Marriage”.  The piece is displayed inside the bookstore’s front window. Viewers are encouraged to interact with the piece by leaving their responses in a journal provided near the sculpture.

Here is a preview but GO today and check it out!


September 02: Visual Poetry Walk – First Steps at 6:30 pm. Starting by the Main Downtown Library Branch at the VPW box poet and artist will speak briefly about the poem and box. We will proceed through the whole walk through downtown Greensboro. Ending at Artmongerz 610 S Elm St.

October 16: Visual Poetry Walk Celebration at 3:00 pm. Location: Scuppernong Bookstore. Poets with read their poem and artist will speak on the box. The 3:00pm reading will be apart of the Writers Group of the Triad Third Sunday at 3 reading series. Following the reading there will be a wine and cheese reception at one of the installation sites.


As I received the poem I started to think deeper about marriage. Speaking with older married couples; I gained a deeper understanding of love, commitment and sacrifice. I saw an ageless wealth of love in the eyes of one widow and in others I was asked to pray for God to rekindle a fire in life beaten hearts. My husband and I even went canoeing to immerse myself as much as I could to understand how the context of the poem related to its title.  While creating, the initial focus on canoeing together was  this awkward dance of learning to maneuver life together. However, as I continued to build and think deeper, marriage became more about the environment surrounding the canoe as well. Just as the first marriage was created in a garden, this beautiful living thing needs constant cultivation, nurturing, watering, sun, and pruning. The commitment to come together is one of covenant. Birthing a life giving entity bigger than self, or rather these individual plants, water, rocks, canoe.

QUESTION: Have you ever made a commitment that was bigger than self? What were sacrifices of self in that commitment? Did you see the fruit, beauty of your sacrifice?

Studio Afternoon

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

– Dr. Seuss


Ruins and Puffy Clouds

This week’s feature is 16 in  x 20 in mixed media work: Look up


Can there be, should you expect so much from the human soul, hope in perilous times? Is peace possible in the middle of a black night? Is there beauty, hope, life among the ruins?

Share with me your stories here.

Recreating how we see our landscape one stroke at a time.

Yours, with love







Krystal J. F. Hart

Facing the ugly with the beautiful

I’ve been exploring clouds for a little while now. I love them. I want Father to show  me His creative secrets!

Still using more of an abstract idea of the clouds and their meanings to me I decided to paint about my accident. (more of which you will hear about another time.)


Its very hard for me to show these. Im very insecure about it. It not placid and beautiful. But its the first of more.

At some point I must face the ugly with the beautiful for the piece to be Truth.

And this is why He is Lord. He is all consumingly beautiful but He is likewise all Truth. His love is raw and real. And so was His death, and resurrection. There is no other on either side of heaven or hell that will love, fight for, live or die so deeply. So honest. So true. So Christ!

Join me!

-Krystal J F Hart

Where Do We Go From Here?

I seek the divine in such darkness.
Where is the fair fight when the lights go out?
I scream and shout. I scream and shout. Much to no avail.
It seems that hell has seized that land, and no one understands me anymore.
Who has turned out the lights?!
I fight and fight to regain normalcy.
Embodied in the present past of traumatic events.
Will I move forward, or linger in the ashes of that which has been lost forever?
-Krystal J. F. Hart

Where Do We Go From Here was created with acrylics, inks, and an image transfer technique. I think of all that has been lost and ravaged by war and violence. I think of my own suffering and lost through my own traumatic experience. We are all but children aren’t we? I think of  “the children of Cain. Child leftovers from the fratricidal violence he symbolized.” -excerpt from Dr. Frank Wood.  The poem above can be seen interlaced through out the sky in the painting. When your storm is raging always remember, but there is still hope in utter darkness!


Painting : mixed media on stretched canvas.

Krystal J. F. Hart