...in this blog we publish everything that seems to be important for us + everything that - we think- we have to show the world.
artie stuff, serious stuff, funny stuff, silly stuff, and our stuff...
this is all work in progress...first it was supposed to be an art blog...now it also became a start blog for all the creativity we have captured inside ourselves for such a long time...and a support blog for other creative minds...
comments are welcome, agree or disagree...and like a friend of mine wrote in his blog:
"...this is just a blog."
so have fun
♥
I couldn't walk with him in the rain
sparks would ignite
the bomb that fuses from our heads
The countdown begins
This moment, that is Creeping
When this moment comes
You'll feel the surrender
Dumb and in love with no one
but yourself
And because of that: everyone
When the blades you use to shape your excuses, run dull
you run knives across your lips
a first kiss with your soul
Secrets seaping from every pore
When nothing matters
everything means so much more
Posionous wine
vineyards at dusk
I ran with you in my dreams
We laughed and laughed.
I'm a ball of yarn
Coming undone
tossed around
Serenaded by robots.
Secrets in The Rain
I heard you fell into a rabbit hole
Covered yourself up in snow
Baby, tell me, where'd you go
For days and days?
I am a blind pirate
Who thinks she sees land.
Its truly only a infinite horizon
Of crashing waves
I'm thrashed down to the bottom
Of the oceans floor.
I've been there many times before.
The cigarette between my quivering lips
Records.
I am toxic waste
The tar in your lungs
The pollution in the meadow's air
The shine on the Beast's fangs
Betrayed by masked friends
Befriended: buys you a nice
how do you do?
When really they are saying
I'M THROUGH WITH YOU!!!
Don't think you have buttoned me up
to care.
Nestled warm from the flaming
bitter cold air.
Haven't you learned that cupids arrows are poison?
Love now comes in prescription form.
Lovely chemical clouds.
Haven't you noticed?
Or are your eyes still stuck on your forks
next to your feast?
xx
I must stay away
I have to restrain
these intricate illusions
are far past my head
& way above my life.
I move further from you
to get closer to him.
But with you
is where love began
I'll never get that beginning back
I wish I could write a sappy love song
To show you
I love you
Create a life
With us together
I fear we are better apart
Why do I want you?
Its only because right now I need you.
My impulses sometimes steer my body
They fog up my mind
Though I find comfort in being blind
I'll always choose sight.
Please take me to the pier
Let me feel thunder strike
I will leave you more wholesome
then before.
Just leave me
I'll crash like the waves
on a ocean day
To the mysteries in the depths of the
oceans floor.
The fog clears.
But he is drawn backwards by guilt.
Fire swarms his fists.
They sink into faces
Hopefully just walls
Nothing fills these empty spaces
I kiss away all of his mistakes
but he forgets to say goodbye
So they linger
His past is a ghost
Like a shadow
It follows him by his side
He mocks himself
When change is given a try
Hope crawls back into its
metal shield
We begin all over again
I must be taught
How to teach
How to speak
Properly
I swiftly fail
I start at the ending
only to realize I love to bail.
2009 by SUNFLOWERDAGGER
here some random pumpkins…very awesome and artful pieces:
TOP TEN REASONS TRICK-OR-TREATING IS BETTER THAN HAVING SEX
10. You’re guaranteed to get at least a little something in the sack.
9. Once you’ve done it, you don’t have to wait an hour to do it again
8. The uglier you look, the more likelier you are to get some.
7. You don’t have to make small talk with the person who gave you candy.
6. The person giving it to you isn’t fantasizing you’re someone else.
5. If you get a stomach ache, it won’t last 9 months.
4. If you wear a mask, no one thinks you’re kinky.
3. It doesn’t matter if the kids hear you moaning and groaning.
2. You don’t have to call the person that gave it to you next week.
And the #1 reason trick-or-treating is better than having sex…
1. IF YOU DON’T GET WHAT YOU WANT, YOU CAN ALWAYS GO NEXT DOOR – Life is good!!!!!
i did send her this print and an original piece of my art
(and i can´t find it inside the big brain of my computer right now…).
i love julies writing because she knows how to explain what
(and that might sound silly)
i always wanted to say about art and never did
and also would have never been able to say so elegant.
her writing style is unique and true and you can feel that she is real.
for example:
The arts have been all but abandoned. Society as a whole does not care anymore, despite small pockets of resistance in major cities. [I like to call them outposts.] Music is discardable, it isn’t meant to move you to that near-orgasmic point of no return. There are more poets than good poetry. A few foggy, out of focus snaps post-basement party: PHOTOGRAPHER. Auto-tuning, a dye job and some sampling: MUSICIAN. Or worse yet “I have a pen, some paper and a small understanding of language.” In other words: POET.
It’s discouraging. Poets were once respected. Hell they were hired by nobility to be live-in scribes. Why? Because they knew that they would die but their legacy didn’t have to. They’d pay thousands of dollars for painted portraits because those are the things we look at today, in the year 2009. Our history was handed down through song. Now, in the heat of the 2000’s, when everything can be recorded on a cell phone these things are rapidly decreasing. Like the lost art…read more here
“Whether or not you buy my work the fact remains that it costs money to make/publish/print. I have no problem shelling out money to make art. It’s an investment, it’s what you do. You don’t get that investment back. I am, however, sick and medications I’m required to stay on cost me about $800 a month. This makes art difficult to get into your hands. Any donation, no matter the amount, will receive a button AND sticker upon request. (…)” read more
