Eternal embodiment of wonder and lust
hips, thighs, torso
breasts
forward thrust
every color
every hue
every woman
Me
Her
You
Wondrous
*inspired by Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Oct 012011
Art Journal
Original art ~ oils, pastels, acrylics, collage, mixed media ~ whatever strikes my fancy
Jul 022011
I began work on a new painting today…
~ July 2, 2011 ~ Small Stone ~
Do you suppose
This is how
He
Did it?
~
Blank canvas
Blue
White
Layer
Blend
Begin
May 102011
Let’s
Ponder
The Notion
Of The Great Creation…
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Do you think that existence began this way?
With God making sketches in books?
Did She sit up above, in a heav’nly café,
And plan out uniqueness’s? Nooks?
Were patterns determined or did they emerge
As She played with ideas flowing fast?
Did it all come together, in an energy surge?
And were we, in Her likeness, really last?
Or did she plan us first, then conjure the rest
So that we would adore and obey?
Then wait ‘til the universe looked its best
Before opening Eden to play?
And in the end
It was good.
I wonder,
Was it all
For our
Pleasure
Or Hers?
And does it even matter?
May 042011
The line between here and there,
Madness
Sanity
This dimension
Not
Is blade-of-grass thin.
We walk it, We Women of Grace.
Seers and Sensitives,
Balanced on our own centers,
Disregarding jitters of the world,
We know.
*inspired by Three Word Wednesday ~ Grace, Jitters, Thin
Apr 122011
Adamant about a life she knew she could create
She focused not on here, now, truth; began to fabricate
A storyline, connection-filled, that spoke of great success
A family tree, community, no violence, duress
She left behind the hardships, the people who’d mistreat
Forgot about the nay-sayers whose goal was her defeat
She moved across the country. She got a new address.
She changed her name, enrolled in school, vowed never to confess
The peculiar caste from which she rose
The brutal chapter, finally closed.