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|Cocooned within the picture. Each individual, yet a part of the same. Linked, but disconnected. A Piece of a piece of a piece.||The face appeared before them easy to see: eye socket, and the extended nose, which led to the lack of mouth. Rather curious, as it was still speaking.||Countering. Facing. Vased in. Hour-glass. Abstract. Lost in its own curves. A candle with an irregular mold.||Viewing overhead the mess to come is a curse & a blessing depending on your interpretation.|
|Words and meaning. The way it’s said, pronunciation is key. So is spelling, & grammar. But all of that is worthless without some meat/fruit/juice, whatever, take your pick, to keep the reader going.||The light shines down through a neon sheen. Goosebumps rise on the thighs, a steady hand, & controlled smile meet yours. The Moon greets the Sun.||Creating complicated, dramatic, compelling lives for people you encounter on the bus, only to blink it all away upon exiting @ your stop.||A sly fox donned a purple hat, met a pig, and jumped continents, only to zip & kick into a quaint boxcar.|
|Sometimes mistakes make the picture. Other times they fuck up the whole thing.||“Love becomes you, Dear. Your face glows & eyes smile. See you know it. Watch you blush. Isn’t love Surreal?”||A character, yes quite A character. Running along
On time, or not.
Night shows no bounds while you’re in flight tonight, quick, before the sun we fright.
|Wave—& foam writhe to no end & so does the ink, but in such more restricting, yet freeing ways. Both eternal & needed.|
|A cat scratching on a post. A hand nudged across a table. A way to bridge the way one painting was randomly started & became immense.||Loopy words & sloping meaning rush to fill the shore of understanding.||Hey square, look over there. <–>I don’t care.But you’ve come this far. Screw this, I’m taking the ship back home.||Elvis lived & died for Rock-N-Roll. Even tho he died clutching a toilet roll.|
|I form sentences to say to those people with zipper lips but then I delete my text in fear of getting stuck in their teeth.||I thought I saw an Angel in the scuff of mud from your shoe on the bathroom wall. Her wings swept back, her hair white, her body cloaked & draped. Will I ever wipe her away?||“La vie Boheme,” we sang through the streets. “La vie Boheme,” I scream, alone. “La vie Boheme,” I hum while working on other writing.||Blue: Rich, royal, sad, consuming, gentle, calm, boy, or girl, baby, blueberry, Ultra-, Aqua-, marine. And all the glorious shades in between.|
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The first time it was a refuge from the rain when he sprained his ankle hiking.
The second time had been a romantic weekend for two.
The third time he was alone, until he lost himself in the stars.
He felt the place needed a change from him in way of adornment.
On his fourth visit, he found a crack in the back wall boulder.
He picked at it until the entire stone crumbled into a pile of sand.
Stepping through the portal, he encounters a golden chamber.
Curiosity & awe led him through.
Strange & familiar symbols were etched into the luminous walls.
The limestone floor was carpeted with moss-soft under his feet.
Jade stalactites hung over his head, but he continued to the exit that grew with every step,
until finally he stood outside the cave in a scene of natural splendor.
Unlike the normal sun he was used to, he could stare continuously at it without hurting his eyes.
He thought it strange, but he felt better when he stared at the eye.
He tested his theory by trying to look away, but he couldn’t.
He sat where he came out of the cave.
As it got later in the day, the Eye’s light dimmed,
but it stayed the same visible gold, purple, and green.
He did not move from his gaze of the Eye.
A cup sat next to his hand to drink from the river, but he never picked it up.
He had never felt better. He knew if he kept watch of the Eye he could explore any thought, any topic, any memory he might have.
He just sat there, and stared at the Eye.
Perhaps he is still there.
But he for sure didn’t see the strange wave of color flying through the sky that
Turned back around when it smelled him.
A portion broke from the group and curled and wriggled in glee and hunger.
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To another dimension
To another scene
To flip the page
To another room
To another world
To a place not quite like this one
To your room
To the moon
To a fairy circle
To a forest full of ancient trees
To a dirty forgotten city where the artists gather and laugh over their bottles of wine with the sweet scent of tobacco wafting from their pipes
To a place where I can just sit and watch or paint my surroundings
To the rain
To the fire
Wherever we’re going in this crazy Life of ours,
please promise me you’ll carry me through with you
because I always carry you with me.
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Enjoy some very interesting fiction and take in the paintings of this new edition of the literary journal!
I’m not listed as a Reader in this one, but I did help choose the Reader’s choice story, but the one I chose is one of the Editor’s choice, the second one in that subset.
Go check it out!
(also, school and reading and life has carried me away…shall return over break probably :])
the weekend almost to an end.
but brings to the front the important things.
how to finish the painting from the night before,
the drink cups need rinsing, so do some plates,
but I’ll fill the machine later.
a sketch to do,
while I read through a Greek comedy, to see if the women have their coup.
and a recitation of a painterly, perception poet,
who dedicated a poem to her best friend.
coffee, coffee, coffee.
a lot of reading,
some reorganizing of writing,
and maybe another very short story.
but at least I know I wrote one poem today.
The side with love and hate I randomly started and didn’t know where to go with it and I liked the things I had done so I just used the other side as my mixing board when I paint. On the palette side sometimes I write random quotes, draw pictures, or connect colors. I love it and felt like sharing. :]
I have been painting more the past couple days then writing. [go to the Works In Progress tab to see photos of my recent projects in the beginning stages and when I finished them.] Painting soothes me, calms me down when I’m upset or angry, and I just love it.
Every once in a while an art project or two will pull me in and make me work on it until I’m done. I might not be a great painter, but I enjoy it. I love blending colors, trying new techniques and new mediums.
Anything can really be made into art or can be considered art. Its just the manner that you look at something or use something.
I always have music on, but music is extra important when I’m painting. Since the music I listen to reflects the mood I’m in, the same is true for the art I’m creating.
I use a lot of color!
Only things that I usually like to be kept black & white is when I do sketches.
I have a good set of soft graphite sketch pencils that blend well, but I wish I had a charcoal set.
I love love love sketching with the soft graphite pencils and then using the charcoal to go over and cause shadow & light, depth, and to add extra darkness that a graphite pencil alone cannot create.
Sketching people is the best with charcoal.
Usually I paint with just acrylics, but I’m home for the holidays and do not have my paints with me. I do, however, have a set of watercolors with me. Watercolors aren’t normally my favorite, but with my last two paintings [see tab] I love the effect that they gave to what I had imagined.
Thats what I love, and sometimes hate, most about any art project; the challenge of getting what you see in your mind as what you want to paint and then getting it on the paper. I hate it sometimes because sometimes it feels impossible and then I get frustrated because I can’t get it perfect in the way that I see it perfectly in my mind.
I hope you go look at my paintings, and keep coming back to see what new photos I post. I love feedback, so leave whatever thoughts that you wish to. Thanks! :]