Dark hands Reach for you Suffocating, drowning But yet you see There is nothing I can do Water rushing up All around you A dark embrace Never letting go Just another puppet In a marionette show Puppets dance Jointed dolls twirl Then fall Broken limbs, empty eyes A shattered face A ruined disguise Strings plucked Dark hands stream The chords of your soul Any moment to break To fall back to earth Just the devil’s stake ...
My brother taking the sand dune leap. Very cool take off and flight pattern Nick, way to go.
Really busy, here is a buoy in Morro Bay from our kayaking trip.
“I am done being scared” She said Picking herself up defiantly “I won’t be pushed around anymore I’m gonna be the toughest girl around” She balls her tiny fists And looks me in the eye I just feel old Looking the avatar of defiance Right in the eye I sigh sadly At the visage of a girl Going done a difficult path “You don’t have to be tough You just have to be smarter Than them to win” I say sitting in a chair I feel so tired “No” She says flexing And unlacing her fists That should never know The feeling of anger or hate Her faces tightens As she shakes her head vehemently “I will show them I am not just some stupid girl” She is angry now But so am I “Well maybe you are just some stupid girl What then What if you can’t change” I yell at her “What if you are stuck forever Just being that dumb girl With the angry fists What then When all they see is a girl with Hate coiled in her eyes and A fist for a heart” She looks at me With shattered eyes And the beginning of tears “I’m sorry” I say desperately As I reach for her To cradle her sadness away “I didn’t mean-” She turns and runs away Leaving me with open arms As I watch her run But for a moment She stops Turns back to me With a pinched face And defiant eyes “You’re wrong” She whispers Those two tiny words Ring in my ears Ricochet through my brain And she is gone I sit back Rub my weary eyes And sigh “I hope you’re right”
More Open Studios art…. Here is a nice combination of my photography and an open studios artists work. I really enjoyed the way this photo turned out and learning about this woman’s style of art. I think it was called encaustic, but anyway it was very cool use of wax and paper. Very interesting. It is always fun during open studios to find not only new artists but the ways they execute their art. ...
My latest piece of nothing art I did in IB art. I gave it to my brother for his birthday. It is a wire 3-D heart with a key I paint red in the middle. I think I might make a series of these with different objects in the middle. Not sure, maybe if I have time.
I love this photo with a passion. There is something about these tiny little baby shoes that just really gets me, I have no idea why. This was in a store in Downtown SLO.
This is a part of s strange poem I wrote. I think I have an idea branching off of this for an actual story. I will continue to work on it. Everyone comes to me And I say tell me your sad song You look upon me With pleading eyes looking to be strong They look for hope out of desperation So tell me tell me Why you cry so loud at night Help me see ...
This was a really cool old mission near Cal Poly. Very nice and old, my kind of style.
My family and I went down to San Luis Obispo for my brother’s birthday and went kayaking for fun in Morro Bay. We stopped on this strip of sand where we had lots of fun. For me, sand cliff jumping. Here are a couple of shots of me jumping off the sand hills. Enjoyable, but sandy, very sandy.