Mary at the Fairground,
on her horsey riding round,
breaking all the hearts in town.
The Stanza
It sat between two heavy blocks of type, above and below and was exactly five and a half lines.
There it had been for several years, inside a book, on a dusty shelf, behind the door of her creaky closet.
Bold black lines, set against a backdrop of ordinary.
Words that understood her. As if they had been written for her.
In preparation for this exact moment of discovery.
“Oh,’ she breathed, “why has it taken me all this time to find you?”
- Lang Leav
Band Girl
A work in progress from my sinister new book. Coming soon…
"I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched."
Edgar Allan Poe (via lipsticksmiles)
(Source: atramentum, via pinpricks)
Spinning plates above seas of green
A sky of pink and aubergine
All the things that seem unseen
He’ll bring to life in circus dreams
SUNDAYS WITH MICHAEL
I hold my breath and count to ten
I stand and sit, then stand again
I cross and then uncross my legs
The planes are flying overhead
The dial turns with every twist
Around the watch, around his wrist
Resting there with pen in hand
Who could ever understand?
The way he writes of all I dream
Things kind yet cruel and in between
Where underneath those twisted trees
A pretty girl fallen to her knees
Who could know the world we’ve spun?
I shrug my shoulders and hold my tongue
I catch my breath and count to ten
I stand and sit, then stand again
My Valentine Velvet
Pencil scribble
The curtain, a smoky grey colour drops from the creamy white ceiling. Crawling with strange bugs and eight legged creatures, from where an ominous fan whirs.
His hand reaches for the cord. A string of shiny, black beads that glisten against the bright, early evening sun.
Flashback to the time he found her in the garden. White cotton dress pulled up around her thighs, feet blackened by the rich, lush earth that she had just been turning. With an apologetic smile that said, I couldn’t help myself.
My new interpretation of Little Red Riding Hood offers a sinister twist to one of the most adored Fairytale stories of all time. In my artwork, Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf are sitting at a romantic dinner, gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. It appears to be a charming, picturesque scene until you spot among the banquet of delicious things, a set of false teeth. Immediately you wonder, where is Grandma?
As with all my work, I am inspired by love and misadventure, two things which are never far from me. The phrase ‘Amantes Sunt Amentes’ painted in the backdrop is Latin for, ‘Lovers are Lunatics.’ Through the expressions of my characters, I wanted to capture that sense of chaos and upheaval, overtaking any sense of logic and reason when love enters your life.
A few lines from a poem I wrote to compliment this piece:
This is where
I began to care,
where I was befriended.
This is where
my soul was bared,
where all my rules were bended.
‘Little Red Riding Hood’ is currently exhibiting at Copro Gallery in Santa Monica until November 6 and is available for purchase here: http://www.copronason.com/bonapweb/
