Paul Payne the Great painted this for us. A melodramatic perspective on “us”. I absolutely love it, hence, the portrait is going to be my anxiously belated Save The Date cards.
Paul Payne the Great painted this for us. A melodramatic perspective on “us”. I absolutely love it, hence, the portrait is going to be my anxiously belated Save The Date cards.
TheLongbrake went with us on our art history excursion. A few words from the shooting saga: goose poop on my knee, just say “Jay”, John Lennon pose in St. Mark’s=flushed organist, changing in shallow woods, white beater or t-shirt? white beater. white beater or t-shirt? white beater!, hey strong thighs!, “are you taking engaaaagement pictures?” [...]
Like us all, I’m certain, I have these time periods where everything in me is internally writhing for difference, for change. And usually it’s a welling up that desperately needs a physically altered expression.
Could it be that I’m finding myself in aversion to the lulling and warm pulses of normalcy? Ergo! Tattoo my face!
I’m not [...]
Base passion as the dress,
with worst passions flowing down,
riding on the frills that stretch
outward, to the world
Against all goodness, against all faces
Including her own, oh,
Most significantly her own
It is the measure that securely,
Defeats any ripe, buoyant possibility
For glory to break through
Yet
The glory weighed
Apart from her, is the glory employed
To hastily morph into weaponry
Such sweet, delightful [...]
Sometimes my memory will have a mini earthquake and drawers will spill out, old handkerchiefs waft to the ground, and certain things that are soulfully embedded come to life.
Closer than a memory. It is so inherently apart of you that you don’t remember, unless the experience is recalled in a moment of contrast.
Oh you didn’t [...]
*please note, since things are susceptible to misconstrued tales, the said punches are allegorical.
I had an idea to have Jay’s and my engagement photos be appropriations from famous artworks. These are what I picked out and soon with the help of TheLongbrake, we will create our own renditions of them.
Andres Serrano’s latest exhibit…suits my external experiences currently…yet not completely, there is hope somewhere in the throngs of Shit.
Muted
by the plastic covering,
that is molded upon the colors,
which are laying down in the wet grass
Underneath this artificial wrapping,
slowly, the saturated pigments bleed
Bleed
Bleed
The dew, upon the blades becomes,
the conduit,
for the deep reds, royal purples, and soaked blues
To spread away from the sterile overlay
You might believe it is for the betterment
of society
That this covering is pressed down.
You [...]