fine art prints
I started this blog after moving to northern New Mexico from coastal North Carolina. Feeling the loss of my creative community, I started posting works in progress as a way to push myself forward and connect with other writers and painters.
For the first eight months or so I offered original narrative images as weekly image prompt for writers. The Storybook Collaborative pages document the collaborations.
Sadly - for I have enjoyed the adventure, and meeting so many interesting, creative souls - keeping the blog has has taken a back seat to sleep, family, work obligations and the birth of our Mountain daughters. I'd like to get back to it and still hope to one day. Until such time I am delighted by your visit and hope you will leave a comment and come back for more.
Category Archives: dark
james17930, author of the blog, Intropolis (and several others!), wrote Nanda, using the painting below as his starting point. . paisley, author of why-paisley?? (and others!) wrote completion . .
a moody little painting sits atop a moody little piece of writing
So we smashed like acrobats, a mess of arms and legs and heads and backs, spinning through the flaming hoops to meet the leaping, happy cats and all those clowns in human suits, and all their senseless chatter. The main … Continue reading
I am traveling with 20 uwc-usa students (from 10 countries!) and faculty on a border studies trip and will be away for another 6 – 7 days. Hope to post along the way but internet is sketchy as we go … Continue reading
Only a great kaleidoscope can break the cold gray stone that forms in the bottom of the heart when we consider the way that we treat each other and make it beautiful.
I was born in a hearse, I carry my curse, from midnight to midnight, searching by lamplight, for someone to find me, a hand that can guide me, through the streets that hide me, from midnight to midnight.
The spring craves water. Is, does, always will. A hammer is something else when it’s not being used. Any tool can tell you something is lost when it’s not being used. My dog cries when she gets left behind. Some … Continue reading
There is a man in a cage, you can see his hands. A tower holds the cage, the sun burns above. The sun wears a face. The face doesn’t smile. Below, a ruined wall runs to both horizons, its stones … Continue reading
Here is a little darkling of a poem that has been rattling around my brainpan. I’ll try to make something a little more upbeat for my next post. The image I have paired here is the 3rd panel in a … Continue reading
Why you drink so much baby? You make people worry, alla time damn you fuck and fight an you drink too much baby. Sometime he love you baby. Hanging all damn time on the wall arms pinned, headache feet hurt … Continue reading
And I in my heaven you in your hearse rainbows between us and mountains of earth. The faces of children and none of them, not even one of them cursed. . Hearts that had danced while the playing sticks knocked … Continue reading
It was, to tell the truth, a house of sighs. Red sighs, blue sighs, yellow sighs. All the primary sighs. Glum trees shaded the house and thick dust laid upon the eggshells. Muffled reports were occasionally heard from small rooms … Continue reading