Art Shenanigans.

These are 2 sculptures I am working on... There is a third one, but I don't have a photo yet, and the baby one has a grip on it, thats the weird black thing. The first one has a rotating compass below the hamster, but the epoxy dried out and the compass fell off when I took the photo.

This is one of 6 beds that I made out of ceramics, this specific one has broken, but the other 5 are still intact, and I am painting them now.

This a book sculpture I completed, the first photo shows the front and back of the book, and the other photo shows the inside, couldnt decide which one had better light, so Im showing both photos.

This is a boat wall piece that I recently finished and am about to paint, the photo doesn't show all of the detail, but there is a lot.

Painting of Alabama-my dog.

I want to be yours.

I want to be your secret.

A secret that is so cherished that it's kept under lock and key.

A secret that is guarded like a hidden treasure,

Treasure full of jewels, rubies, and golden earrings.

I want to be your secret that is heavily protected,

Protected to guard my paper machetted heart that is fragile to even the slightest breath.

I want to be your hiding place.

A place that is warm, that welcomes and comforts a tired body

Somewhere that's flooded with full soft light that sooths

That soothes softly with every hue of yellow and gold and shining speckle floating.

I want to be your hiding place

The place that to arrive is a journey

Where you may need a map to find,

But once your there you never want to leave,

And once you've left, you never forget how to return.

I want to be your hiding place.

The place where time stands still.

Where the air lingers and floats with every breath.

Where only you and I exist.

I want to be your song.

The soft melody that fills the room with bliss.

The song that gentle hums and hangs around your ears

I want to be your song.

The song that you dance with to find comfort.

The song that lullabys' you to sleep

And the song that lures you awake.

I want to be your resting place.

Where you can lay down your weary head

The place where you can let your walls down.

Where you can set your exterior down.

I want to be your resting place.

Where your weary mind can find peace.

The place where your heart can fully feel safe.

I want to be your safe place.

I want to be yours.

My sweet, sweet love, I want to be yours.

I love this.

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.

dear garden keeper.

please create your dwelling place in me

Where the wind blows

Please don't tell my secrets to the wind,

Because the wind will reveal them to the sea,

And the sea will deliver them to the four corners of the earth.

Then my secrets wont be secrets at all,

But instead, stories widely told about a naive girl who told her secrets to you.

From Weeds to Windflowers.

To my garden keeper;

You began a work in me.

To the world, I was a dirt mound,

Covered in weeds,

Unbalanced,

And my soil was worn.


But to you, I was a plush garden,

Covered in life,

Blooming in color,

And to you,

I -was beautiful.

As time passed,

You came to visit me everyday.

I loved to see you.

Even though it hurt to be groomed,

I loved to feel your hands in my soil,

Yanking, combing, sowing me.

And I knew,
You loved me too.
I was yours,
And you were mine.

When we first met- you see,
I was afraid,
Because I was nothing,
And You-- You were everything.

But you showed me that I could trust you.

You were so proud of me.

You gave me life as you kneeded me,

And pressed little seeds into me.

And, I gave you beauty,
You pulled from me, the most vibrant buds.

When the others saw me,

They became overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed with awe,

Becasue your hands were like magic.

You see, my garden keeper,

I knew I held the secret to something so much bigger.

But I needed you.

I needed you to pull my weeds,

I needed you to grow me.

I love you garden keeper.

You saved me.

You were the first to love me.

You brought me from weeds to windflowers.