The Muse at Work
I promised, I provide.
I am not completely happy with the glaze jobs on these two babies, and perhaps I will reglaze them. But seeing as how my artistic time is more limited now, I am leaving them as is. Perhaps they will grow on me.
Both pieces were inspired by ocean rocks as many of my recent creations are. I love those rocks, you know the ones with the holes impeccably smoothed by the water and sand. The holes unevenly created by uneven motion, bigger at one side, able to distort your vision.
Neither were inspired by a particular rock like the earlier one, just the concept. I decided to let the clay direct me within the inspiration. I wanted the first to be tall and thin with no holes; I also like the slides created in the rocks as the hole is being worn.
Somehow it became more organismic and lively. 
The final pic shows the slides.
The second one was inspired by one hole. I wanted to give it more substance as all ocean rocks are not thin.
But the holes in this one are important. I had to rip the one on the right out once and it took me a while to get the nuance right. 
This one also transformed from a basic rock to something else, quite surprising me.
The glazes came out a bit shiny for me as well as too thin. But using thicker glaze would have created more shine so it was an experiment to see how far I could go. I think I’ll try some oxides or stains next time.
Descending
I lose track
Of me
The line I drew around
Myself
To keep track
Of me.
Confusion comes
Taking over
The line I drew
To keep things clear
Around me.
I lose track
Of what I wanted
Back then
When a smile was had
When hope stood still
When the line was drawn
To keep the thoughts
From breaking in
To me.
Missing, No Action
A lack of writing
A profusion of words
Stuck on tongues
Spewed like ribbons
Random strings make up the day
While dreams fall prey
To reality and fly
As a kite
No strings attached.
Flailing
She’s locked in a world so tight
Defining her feelings
Defining her sighs
The loss of control wears thin
It’s her life she wants back.
Nothing more.
Nonsense or not
Salutes were in place
When postcards were flung
And messages flooded his headpiece.
Listening carefully, he extracted some truths
Pertaining only to his surroundings.
Damnit, damnit
All he wanted
Was it too much to ask?
All he wanted was proof
Proof that he was not nonsense.
The Dream
Projecting a dream onto the screen;
The death;
The cries;
The justice paid.
A boy standing in brambles,
Talking of Jesus
While bullets rip his flesh a thousand times.
I turn to my egg salad.
IS THIS WHAT THEY WANT?
Commercials slip in
Filling the holes when real life gets boring.
Peel back the layers of reality
And open up your world.
The boundaries are gone.
And where
are you?
Uno, dos, tres animales
Visiting Blogger: Jessica, my sister
oh yeah
Uno= CC she was the last of a litter found by a guy at a bike shop. I got her because Sam needed a friend after Bob died.
Dos= Max I got him from the vet’s office because CC needed a friend after Sam died
Tres= Esperanza She found me through Barrio Dogs and after a trial period there was no way I could give her up.
I never would have imagined having three animals, especially in only 532 square feet, but there you have it. Esperanza keeps me on track with home management, Esperanza created a need for cat shelves, and Esperanza has made me more understanding, despite my continued annoyance with people:)
Weary
The mirrored words give pause
No rest for the downtrodden
Lift up and carry on, for time cannot save you
Were time open and all revealed
No doubt we’d be dismayed
For nothing quite so handmade can flip us on our heads
And tug invisible puppet strings
Til nothing’s left but tears.
Lost One
This closure will not open
Again.
Tears have been shed but they surround the wound
For the one I thought was true
Nothing logical gave me the facts
It’s a feeling, sure as the color blue
Blue coating my heart now
Blue inside my soul
Talking’s gone
Laughing’s disappeared
For the one I thought was true.
Invisible threads elude me, while turning me round and round
Looking for answers and getting more questions
You left me
No note
No mention
No wave
From the one I thought was true.
Perspectives
Maniacal tendencies
Flatten the world
Or maybe it’s the other way ’round.
Tubal travel is fun for a while
Pointedly going nowhere.
The drop in altitude
Leaves air in the head
And petals sink to the ground.
Thoughts of connection
Dissolve into fear
Of what the next move may create
Desire is dangerous
Desire is heady
It’s time for some other regime.
