Please, save me from myself or else Invoke the spark from which I spell. The bruised and bloody curse that has Crippled many, a loyal but Blind and undeserved victim. To be continued....
Posted on 19th October 2008 at 2:54pm —
Should I reel and retch, Somewhere back inside that old darkness. Those long, lonely and sleepless hours... When I remember how your eyes Filled my heart. So bold and blue. So simply. As a sunflower grows towards the light, Reaching out as if to escape. The green and brown pools Of my own eyes. Where I have tossed Cupid's bow and arrows. Drowned them in the depths To rest with the bones Of hurt and sorrow. Where my lowest ego has stretched. Clinging to this vessel. My body. I have moored my hear… Continue
Posted on 25th August 2008 at 11:37am —
When I was a student the buzz of working in a studio environment was electrical. Whether in discussion about art, during a class with friends or sat alone, there is something to be said about that period of my life. About working around and with other people. We all bitched and moaned, some of us more dedicated or more confident rather than others. I miss that relationship and support, being up to date and in the moment with art...or whatever. NOW it raelly is up to us to make it happen. Needles… Continue
Posted on 24th August 2008 at 7:28pm —
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