"Charleston Apparition"
has won a prize from
Bank of the James at the
Lynchburg Art Club Festival 2024!
Welcome.
Be the Change.
Lets begin.
Bev Flynn
Photographer
Lynchburg Art
Festival!
BOOTH #60
E.C. Glass High School.
September
20th, 2025 10:00 a.m. - 4:00 p.m
Handmade for the Holidays Market!
City
Armory!
1200 Church St.
Lynchburg, VA 24504
November
15th
8:00 a.m.
to 5:00 p.m
Lynchburg
Art Club Holiday Bazaar!
1011 Rivermont Ave,
Lynchburg, VA 24504
November 7th, 2025
thru
December 21st, 2026
The Virginian Hotel
Gallery
712 Church St.
Lynchburg,
VA 24504
November 14, 2025
thru
February 12, 2026
The Summit
14400 Enterprise Drive
Lynchburg, VA 24499
Currently
Exhibiting
Here
Lynchburg is alive with creativity and art!
“People like us, we feel too deeply
consumed in shadow, this game of chance
together, surviving,
we unending dreamers
People… like us”
-Bev Flynn
“People like us, we feel too deeply
consumed in shadow, this game of chance
together, surviving,
we unending dreamers
People… like us”
-Bev Flynn
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“People like us, we feel too deeply
consumed in shadow, this game of chance
together, surviving,
we unending dreamers
People… like us”
-Bev Flynn
My words and photographs are fully copyrighted.
If you wish to share my words or photos, please credit my work. I have done many collaborations with other artists around the world... please contact me if you are interested in a collaborated project.
"My wish - to be remembered
laureled, in one's memory
I want the me, immortalized
and not some poet...
faded
my words
bare my identity, unjaded"
Bev Flynn
The World.. viewed through the eyes of a traveling Photographer and Poet
“People like us, we feel too deeply
consumed in shadow, this game of chance
together, surviving,
we unending dreamers
People… like us”
-Bev Flynn
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