perilous

I am all wailing voice,
mouth spilling sharp stones.
They strike my feet, cripple me.
I bleed to leave a trace.

Would that peonies and violets
poured from my lips!
How they would carpet my way
with fragrance, stain my feet with joy.

I am all words and dreams
swirling in the darkness.
I balance a planetarium,
tremulous on my small shoulders.

If I fall- slip in blood or blossoms-
I hope I strike my head
and from it there will spill
a thousand brilliant stars.

never surrender...

lighten up...

suburban sunrise

It's a lovely morning in the 'burbs.

font mania

Why, oh why am I addicted to fonts??? I am too ashamed to say how many I have... andI am constantly trolling for more. The right font for a project brings me JOY!!! That being said... Lettering Delights http://www.creativedelights.com/letteringdelights/ is an amazing source. There are almost 1000 fonts and they are CHEAP!!! Now, I need an intervention. Stop me before I buy more!

McLain Castle

Will's room is coming along nicely...

loaded

Loaded

I bear no burden, save the one
of ordinariness that rides my back,
a scrawny crone, her weight
no more than a bundle of dry sticks.
She fills my ear with her raspy complaints.
You never buy me a new dress.
I saw that one with buttons of real bones.
They looked like your teeth,
so white and even.
Take me to the fair.
I want something sweet.
Faster. Slower.
Let’s go to sleep.

When did she climb to her easy perch,
wrap her limbs like rusty wire
around my chest? I must have stopped
along my brilliant arc, rested
too long. Everywhere her sisters crawl
and clack their bones against the spines
of all of us once so bright and true.

I love me some Tim Holtz...

Tim took a look at my pendant (that I made last night!) after the very cool workshop. Laurie and I really enjoyed learning some great new altered art techniques and Tim was an angel! Very inspiring!

must make art...

Off to the workshop!!!!!!!