latest painting

Untitled (fear); Oil paint, magazines, and water colour ink; canvas paper 16X20inc

This is my newest painting, which I've completed today. What do you think? I call it: fear. however, this is just a working title. Sorry about the quality of the image--I work from my cell phone. Sadly it doesn't have blackberry and IPhone awesomeness.

New Ink Blot

Sorry it's been a while--actually i'm not sorry really, but I have been busy. I'm posting my most recent art work (again with the ink blotting theme of my life).

Acrylic and watercolor ink, 16x20in canvas paper

Enjoy.

Untitled sonnet

This sonnet-esque piece was born during a sleepless night recently. It's also inspired by one of my favorite poets, for simplicity and delicacy: Pablo Neruda. Whenever one wishes to be inspired to live in a moment with another, I suggest Neruda  Currently the poem is not finished, and there is no title.

Untitled


Don't go far, move not an inch
packing away your landscape from mine
because I hate missing your calloused fingers
wandering over my foreign newborn corpse.


I beg, don't turn away
your wide terra eyes from mine
because under their command will I come undone,
unraveling similarly when your hands demand my raw nakedness--
with that said, don't turn away your hands from mine.


I glide under your heavy hanging sky thirsty, and starved
over the peaks of your damp and musky breath.
I wither. I drip. I live by each brief encounter;
annihilated over each ending,
resurrected from waiting.


Please don't leave--because I will leave too,
in your suitcase, squeezed between dirty underwear and a toothbrush.
come, my darling, I don't belong there,
I can't be there.

hrm

Currently I am working on a new poem, constantly re-writing it. Sometimes writing can be frustrating for me: I always censor what I want to say; obsessively focusing on semantics, rhythm, and images---well, that's writing isn't it?
I rarely feel I get to the core of what it is I want to say.
Of course when i'm done, i'll post it. Till then..
AMP