In Boise, you have the unique opportunity to experience art that is deeply intertwined with the beauty of poetry. At Deborra Marshall Bohrer Studio, the process of creating art begins with the rhythmic cadence and emotive language of poetry. As you step into the studio, the soft rustle of pages turning and the gentle hum of words being read aloud fill the air, setting the stage for an inspiring artistic journey. Deborra Bohrer listens to poetry, allowing its themes and emotions to guide her brush, creating pieces that resonate with the soul.

Each artwork is a reflection of the poetry that inspired it, capturing the essence of the words through vivid colors and dynamic forms. Whether you’re a poetry lover or an art enthusiast, this unique fusion of art and literature offers a fresh perspective and a deeper appreciation of both mediums. In Boise, this artistic experience is not just about viewing art; it’s about feeling the poetry come to life on canvas.

Contact us to explore this unique artistic journey today.

How Our Process Works

Creating art from poetry is a meticulous process that involves deep listening and interpretation. Deborra Marshall Bohrer begins by selecting a poem that resonates with her, immersing herself in its language and rhythm. As she listens, she envisions the colors and forms that best express the poem’s essence.

Elegance of Flight

While laying on my back

            watching the birds in flight

I wonder at what ingenious creation all birds are.

What daVinci geometry

 was used to help them lift their many shapes and sizes

without excuses     

into the air.

                       Longing to share the joyfulness of their dance,

    I wonder, 

                      is the lesson to cut the tethers that restrain one’s lofty dreams

                                                                         no matter their size or shape?

                                                                         Deborra Marshall Bohrer 

Wisdom of the Ages

The cold is leaving my bones

A stirring is is seeping into my limbs as the water navigates the verdant humous and downfall.

I laugh to myself thinking another year

I look around at the young shoots that are bursting toward the sun

Which of those bold beginnings will be here when I have taken my last breath

What do they want to learn in their haste toward the sky

Do they notice the scars and blackened areas on my torso?

Will they appreciate the deep lines in my face

Will they lean toward me for comfort or turn towards the light

How will they protect the land underneath them

Which ones will give themselves up to the cleansing fires that forever change the landscape

Do they know that they are there to house the young and the old

to hold the birds in their arms and hide the squirrels stash of nuts under their roots

How will they feel when the bear scratches their skin looking for sustenance

I will patiently wait for them to ask

Yes so much to learn

So much to give

                                                                       Deborra Marshall Bohrer           

Let Me Wake

let me wake

before the birds begin their song

                                 so I can hear their silence

let me wake

                      so I can remember the tremors

                           of the forgotten

             so I can inhale

the dignity

                    of

                           the lost journey 

let me wake 

                       so I can prepare for the naked

                            pilgrimage

             ……….to my beginnings

                                       Deborra Marshall Bohrer

Once In Time

Is the world so full of frenetic musings

that we can no longer

hear the wind

see the wind

feel the wind

smell the wind

taste the wind

Know the wind

Will we release our minds from the quitclaims?

 …  those belonging to quicksand

                            to race like the wind

with abandon?

Deborra Marshall Bohrer 

The Great Return

The Great Return

Landing in the cavernous pool, bubbles wrapping around intention

gliding the lithe body forward

                                               toward the destination.

The dams, the nets, the hooks, the claws will not hinder my

                                              thousand mile journey

taking me

home. 

There

I will spawn the earth.   

Living forever

        deteriorating

                                        …………… into all beings.

                                                                          Deborra Marshall Bohrer