Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Storms Brewing


My artwork is taking a turn. Between the shadows of legends before, to the current victories made by younger and upcoming artists, I am living in a reflection of constant NOW. There's a feeling of "so close" and yet it constantly stays just out of reach.

Recently I've revisited one of my favorite poets, Patti Smith. It wasn't a lack of naivete or strength of overwhelming knowledge, but yet a comfort of knowing the unknown to try and know. To know What? To know, that's all you or I ever needed to know. The ability to form words, words into songs, or plainly written in ink on dried tree pulp to move thousands of people in all walks of life...this was the conscious living of Patti. This all links together, just hang in there.

Then there's this new artist, new to me, I read about today on AOL's website named Zena Holloway. Here's a woman who started traveling the seas at 18 as a diving instructor and through the years has honed in on her photography skills to create immaculate underwater images. Something yet to strive for. Immersion into a constant changing and altering mass such as water is a breath-taking endeavor when you look into her images.

Before I venture too much further into my mind and leave you by the blogger roadside I want to wrap this up. Between the known of Patti and the unknown of the sea there's an understanding and explanation waiting to happen.

I am feeling the wait disperse from my skin and accepting the cool & fresh feeling of NEW art flow out of me. Definition in new forms, art in new directions. Past to present, as we all know links us, one by one, is ever-present in today's knowledge of what WILL be.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Short Story



* 2008 was a rough year for this soul and I wrote a series of memoirs for a time to get through it all. Some strange little short stories creeped out of me and the one I've chosen to share is among a small list of personal favorites. Enjoy.**



SHORT STORY


Sanctioned, Clarified, Certain, I think not.

I found a velvet penis under a shard of glass. Purple and haunted I picked it up and
threw it across an alley to see if it would disintegrate, but it bounced and started to crawl. In my brown paper bag I took out a bottle of Jack and poured it on the worm like thing, but it was already drunk and drank my Jack. I put it in the brown bag and took it home as my pet.