Go cut your heart out...

Admit it. 

You understand this all too well....

Cut your heart out... July 2011, pastels

The Sum of Your Parts....

Just this image here. I think it says enough.

Ordinariest of Angels

Once upon a time, I loved pencil. In my secondary school art years, the BIC mechanical pencil was the ting self. I was hesitant with paint, intimidated by pastels... but with that particular type of pencil, I felt freest to draw what I needed to. 

I hadn't done anything with a mechanical pencil (except make frantic notes and draw trees and eyes in margins) in years. So a couple of days ago, when I picked one up and began to doodle, I was a bit startled by how comfortable, how easy and how right it was. It seems like a small revelation, but the best ones are always small:)

Anyway, here is my newest mechanical pencil piece: Ordinariest of Angels. I seriously dig this one, folks. 

Lesson learnt: do what you like. it's funner that way ;)

~D

"Ordinariest of Angels" July 2011

Two Poems on Tongues of the Ocean

Two of my poems from Tongues of the Ocean's June 2011 issue.

Evening in the Room Built from Words
http://tonguesoftheocean.org/2011/06/evening-in-the-room-built-from-words/

and

The Poem is Already...
http://tonguesoftheocean.org/2011/07/the-poem-is-already/

Lady with the beads

"she keeps rocks beneath her tongue

and beads round her neck 

to remind her
...."

always a believer...

This one was done with a CD marker before dawn one morning... the lovely, secret hours of heavy rain, purple air and infinite possibilities. I think the most remarkable thing about this image is the wee thing with the dreamy eyes. I think I know him/her. It's not hard to make myself believe that he/she is real.

I turned 25 this year, and with it came a weight of expectation that surprised me... I refuse to believe that the years are meant to feel like rocks in the pocket, like harsh bleaching light. So I choose to remain a believer in all that grows, and all that catches fire, and everything small and unnoticed that is waiting to be heard.

It may not be coincidence then, that those are my hands in the drawing :)

Blessings and wings,
~D

Untameness

"She fears I’ve grown too wild

to be kept indoors..."

"so just this once

I let her scald the feathers

from my body, anoint me,

wrap me in gauze."

" ...but while she sleeps

I will forage 

for dying things,

sprout slim bones from my spine

that will arch into wings."


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