Born Into This

A Progress (Revealed)

2009-03-25T13:22:00.000-07:00

new show coming up April 10th.

so i decided to take these drawings that my neice did when she was around 4 or 5. little colorful houses with stick figures, and dogs with freckles as my inspiration. my artwork will reflect the whimsy and innocence of a childs work. with hard lines, bright color, and whatever else i decide to throw in.

i did marker and ink drawings first. i attempted to make them into actual paintings, but i decided to use the drawings instead to display. i will display them in frames i am making by hand. pictures later of the finishes project.

for now, here are some images of the paintings on wood i did that i will not be using.

Quest

2009-01-27T20:52:00.003-08:00

Canary yellow on the wall
Dangling weaves of cotton and color
Loops and twists
Just hanging all wet
Wet and dripping
The shower steam hot and chlorinated
I inhale the chemicals
And it dries out my skin
My elephant
Alligator skin
And I never lotion after the shower
I don’t like the slippery on the dry
But it’s different with you
Fat roles get in the way of real love making
But there is the idea that
Someone else invented
Steamy
Chlorinated sex
Impossible for the big ones
We can barely fit on the kitchen counter
So I stand there instead
Eyes closed
Your eyes on me
I can feel them staring into the back
Of my head
Down my back
To my ass
My big ass
The water runs over my face
I open my mouth
The toxins role in and I feel them on my tongue
I spit them out and down the drain they go
Out into the wild with the rest of them
The worst part is drying off
Parts of the body jiggle where they aren’t supposed to
And the towel never fits around the body like
You see in the movies
The bottom of the shower looks like a Monet piece
Spats of color here and there and blending just right

Being a woman is fierce at times
And takes me by surprise

Untitled

2009-01-27T20:52:00.001-08:00

Wedges
Space
Brown, red, white, and green in between
The coffee rests on the table but the
Life in between the columns
Still calls out to me
Sings to me come out
Fingertips cold wedges
Space

Dear you in the shadow there
Reading my mind where these words are wandering
Lost and waiting
To find a way home
Don’t forget me
Im over here
Neck leg arm torso
Middle toe finger limp
Numb
Rotting but don’t forget to wake later
The shadow will kill you there
Suffocate
Like wedges
Space
But where does space end or begin

I drink my coffee from its resting place
I drink my coffee
Numb.

Hue

2009-01-27T20:48:00.000-08:00

I recognize beauty when I see it
Don’t underestimate the power of my eyes
They are white like the air outside
Hidden dimensions there
And my body too
Only with specks of blue and yellow
To satisfy ruin and anguish
That comes from that space inside
Behind my breasts
Sometimes it tears through me
But don’t think I will let you guess
No
I am the master of my own damnation
The author to my own telling, my own web
As these words ponder the meaning of
Water against rain don’t lose yourself
Stay steady
The thing inside may rot whole
But only temporarily
Only for a lifetime
And then it ends where everything is white again
Like the dying explosions in the night sky
Surprising just the same
Subliminal, unsurpassed
A terrifying work at hand
If only hearts and minds would connect in some way
This pain would suffice
Deteriorate
Like my body in the ash and rain