Make-up was her second face for years. She lightly applied blush for rosy cheeks. Perhaps embarrassment or coyness. A spent life being overturned scrounging for seconds like change. Another foundation, another skin tone supplement to confer humanity. His dead body survives for another night’s celebration because of her art. She kisses his cold lips and [...]
Posts Tagged ‘art’
Outlasting Life
Posted in Poetry, tagged art, Creation, death, life, make-up, man, William James, Woman on April 6, 2010 | 3 Comments »
A Floor Can Also Be a Ceiling
Posted in Poetry, tagged art, Beauty, make-up, man, MC Escher, Woman on March 27, 2010 | 4 Comments »
Her fingers feel her cheek, dry like plaster. Not enough to make a thumb print. She pushes anyway. Like a wall. It will be a fresco before breakfast. Worn after lunch. Smudged on the clothes of another, after dinner. With any luck, mine.
Master of Shadows
Posted in Poetry, tagged art, Beauty, Caravaggio, completeness, David, shadow on August 12, 2009 | 4 Comments »
You draw closer with each stroke a lead sky, a dark fold of oily shades and charcoal figures, the residue of myth and legend clinging to your 10 soft brushes and soon a smudge on your forehead. It’s like building a house around emptiness. The white marks within each shadowed edge is a human face, [...]
Inventors of Air
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged art, donner, Helen of Troy, hunger, Love, muses, War, World War on March 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
We made something there, something that wasn’t there before like a now faded world war tattoo. We agreed that it was for love. All of it for love. Without speaking of muses, it was implied that without them such creations were useless. Each of us with a Helen of Troy, our own Van Gogh ear [...]
A Metaphor?
Posted in Rough Draft, Short Story, tagged art, cities, cons, Creation, destruction, hoodies, music, organization, pascal, science on October 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Black and white cons. Tattered jeans. The t-shirt with a band’s name. A hoodie. A cloudless yet thundering sky above. A soulless yet sacred pavement below. Amidst an elegantly constructed rubble there is an art. Sharp angular buildings carve a new sky – one determined by arithmetical precision of point A to point B – [...]
