Another shot from Big Squam on the way to work!
Love this place!
This is a box of completed bulbs. It has been so much fun doing these.
Utensils
I can write with recesses of memory-
broken swings and hearted-boys.
I can write with each ounce of
truth I tried to shake
out of your mouth.
I can write with lazy summer
days under a hot Tuscan sun.
I can write with dripping
dizziness memories of the way
I loved you.
I can write with meth-
lab nights and heroin
afternoons.
I can write with coffee stains.
I can write with twinkling
lights of good things past.
I can write with the icy
fingers of my righteous anger.
I can write with a broken, shy
little girl in a yellow, satin nightgown.
I can write with the loss of you.
If I were an Artist –
If every moment I were an artist
How would that mean I would live
If every color was endless
Would I give would I give
Would I live?
Would I paint to the top of the mountain
Would I swim with the whales in the sea
Like a flower that blooms and the petals that blow
Or the feather that floats and is free
Tint of dawn that erupts in the morning
Touch of day that waves into the night
Silver star that lights up our atmosphere
Radiant moon, lets us know we’re alright
If I could paint would I paint there
My orchestra
Broader strokes as the heat lifts with tune
If I were a painter would I be at that table
Taste of sunlight taste of paris
Taste of june
c. 2012 Ashley Davene
I saw that a few of the weeks weren’t open yet so I haven’t been submitting. It also means that I’ve kind of lost track of which art piece came first. So here is this. I’ve gotten into playing Skyrim and I love it. Here is a sketch I did in Illustrator of my character Argonaut. There is also an accurate depiction of Lydia.
Last month, my great aunt Teenie passed away. She was rockabilly before rockabilly existed. I now sport one of her ever-present, over-sized cocktail rings. I asked the family if I could have the tapestry of the bullfighter that had hung in her living room since before I was born. It now hangs in my studio, where every time I look at it, I am transported to my childhood, to that family home.