Poe

This is a digital collage of some paintings i did during a life drawing sesh last semester. Law and Order!

desert dream

I walked over the desert sands, my feet barely touching the coarse, shifting grains. As I walked, or flowed as it seemed, objects from my past appeared out of nowhere - but it was as if they had always been there; and I accepted each one without question.

Each object carried with it a combination of feelings from a certain time and place - landmarkers of time and emotion.

I left them all behind; I walked and walked.

No matter how long I kept on through this unpredictable landscape (and it seemed I had no choice or even thought of stopping), the sun remained - suspended - in the same spot in the sky, just above the horizon.

It was a tense, anxious sun, and the light it cast threatened that it would sink down at any moment, leaving me in darkness, in the vast wasteland of my own mind.

narrative proj - memory trigger

(oodles 'o') doodles !

Barbados and cacti

(written November something)

Lately I've been daydreaming about this coast in Barbadoes that i visited with my family when I was about 8. There was a long-abandoned hotel there, with an olympic-sized concrete swimming pool. Long-pillaged, long forgotten, merely a shell of past properity.

Anyhow, it was rather out of the way, in that not much else was close-by along that road. On that side of the island the water was much colder, and we found a large brain coral and many tiny jellyfish on the beach.

But it was a separate beach, below a cliff that continued out beyond where the hotel sat, that I keep thinking of. Both the cliff and the beach, I guess. I keep thinking about what that solitary beach would be like at night, and wanting to drive down that empty road on a clear night.

Imagine being on a small island in the middle of the ocean! Not too small, not a size that would make one feel vulnerable to the ocean, but an island of a size that you could drive from one end to the other in a day. (several hours long?) Still small enough though that you could get a sense of the entire thing, and you on it, surrounded by forever-deep, tumultuous, and sometimes gentle - WATER. Filled with LIFE! And so constant. And so ever-changing.

In Barbados I saw inside of a shark (no head), I swam in the ocean for the first time, and had my first exposure to Bob Marley. Also I learned the true meaning of a sun burn.

Barbados may be one of the first destinations.

illustrations!

depicting community gardens/ vegetable gardening for thesis: my vision of the world post-oil

thesis: part of bee-keeping/ candle-making illustration

night in the hosta garden