Archive for the ‘Week 02’ Category
Diving Out of a Hotel Window in Madrid
They said your footprints
were still on the windowsill
when the authorities showed up
I wonder how long my hand prints will remain
as I lean out and see the last thing you ever saw
speed towards you
like that camera trick they use where the background speeds forward
but the person stands still
I feel you in my nose here
all that remains of you is
a scent of yellowed dime-store novel pages
and I can’t help but agree
when scientists say that
our sense of smell is the one most closely tied
to our memories.
They always said you had an old soul
but I know better
You lived with the clarity of a newborn’s eyes.
I don’t know if anyone has done this in TGAP before, but I was futzing around and created a new spin on this past week’s submission (thus the Week 2.5) – same words, new photo and arrangement.
This picture is actually of my sister, when she was 6. She liked to play dress-up, and I borrowed some clothes from the library’s costume section, back when that was actually a thing, for Kristy. She loved that watermelon dress. This was taken on one of the first really warm days in May, just after her birthday at the end of April.
This image is forever etched into my brain – my sister at age 6, twirling and twirling in what seemed like an infinite moment. For a time, it was hard to reconcile this image with the rebellious, troubled young woman she would become almost a decade later when I wrote these words for her, almost as a plea for the little girl that I photographed to return…
My oldest niece, Jayda reminds me so much of her mother now, and she’s now almost at the age at which I captured her mother’s six-year-old self. It’s funny, we were looking through some old photos a while ago, and she kept pointing at photos of Kristy, thinking they were of her. The resemblance is so startling at times that I found myself calling her by her mother’s name.
Like a pretty dress on a warm, spring day, life, too, can move in a perfect circle.
“Letters to an Alter aspect of ME”
My Dearest One,
Now is the time I hold a space in my life for all of the beautiful people I am surrounded with and all of times little inquisitive moments
for all the worlds torn apart or times spent sending whispers- into the night of our hearts coldest and darkest shivers- these little hours –
for everytime wished “Was there” – I find myself now in the moment
and that is golden –
sometimes everything is folding so fast in your world and you are left- holding onto the threads of your reality, as they – spiraling out in a world, sent speeding past all boundaries – into dream-
belief being the link that ties you to the rope that flows you through to the other end of your vision.
dearest aspect of me – and times invaluable friend – existing somewhere out there, is where I find you – fondly
on my peices other end
both this writing peice- and that of all of the peices
that I tied myself to as the moments embodying of the journey that I am on
I found myself lingering somewhere in the green grass on a summer day as I walked round linear – back to the beginning life – this great stratosphere
the advice I would give would be to love often, madly- without regret with passion. stop often to watch the grass blow or swim in that stream, or dance amidst the wild jasmines and lillies –
this life is your moment – to moment to moment- your reality IS what YOU create as happening
be ok with being sad, or mad, or just simply feeling – allowing them to enter and exit as clouds and not rainstorm in your creating –
feel that pain, and translate it into something tangible and useful –
go out and share it with a friend- because you know that- everytime 1 fairy gets its wings, it makes a space for the next one
god is love
Sterling Silver Guitar Pick
Ways of Looking at Water
She said, “There are still
Areas of flood with bodies
Floating. They – the UN-
Haven’t gotten to them
I suppose you have to hydrate
Before you can pan
For the dead.
“Album Cover Speakers”
Another repurpose project. I’m not really a fan of Chicago’s music, but their album cover art is fantastic. These were originally intended to be collapsible speakers, but once folded I couldn’t get the locks to stay put, so I had to glue it all together. This pair is a little sloppy at the edges, but I will tighten it up on future builds.
This is a pen ink drawing I started a few weeks ago and I just finished it up in time to submit for week 2.
The is my most recent drawing to a life long series called: “The Back Rooms of My Mind”. I have drawings going back 10 years that make up this series. I would really like to scan everything in and organize my drawings better online, I will eventually get to that point.