grammatolatry: “From the garden rose the sound of bees that lurched and wobbled through the peonies. We ate eggs, French toast, drank milk that warmed in minutes in the sun while fat drones swarmed and looped like drunkards in the purple field. On the porch we heard their bodies yield to wills their fuzzy minds don’t understand. They smelled the stains of syrup on your hand and one, in...
Anonymous asked: Do you think having an inner landscape helps you deal when thinks get tough and you want to escape?
roseum-deactivated20120717 asked: How do you come up with ideas for series of artworks? I never can. I can make a pair, or maybe three artwork that compliment each other and then I get bored and move on to a new idea. The problem is I have to complete an AP concentration and, really, I've got nothing. Could you share some of your ideas to give me inspiration? Any help would be a lifesaver at this point.
I used to carry a dream in my right pocket, tucked safely in the furthest corner. I never put anything else in this pocket for fear that by taking them out I would inadvertently pull out the dream and lose it, the way you lose coins and pieces of paper with phone numbers on them. The dream had a soft weight, comforting against my thigh, slightly warm. I would constantly put my hand in my pocket...
juststaygolden: GOOD INTENTIONS PAVING COMPANY TEASER! it’s beautiful! I love her.
To a Poet by First Aid Kit