My Finished Pieces
Colors for the Blind
Violet
Gentle. Kind.
Wonder.
The hum of the humming birds wing.
A butterfly kiss.
The color of sleep.
Blue
Sorrow. Pain.
Tears.
The water's trickle.
The ocean's sigh.
The color of night.
Green
Innocent. Thoughtful.
Hyper.
The wind's whisper through the grass.
A prodding touch.
The color of fresh.
Yellow
Peaceful. Fun.
Mischievous.
The cicada at noon.
The warmth of the sun.
The color of bright.
Orange
Calm. Understanding.
Outgoing.
Joyful laughter.
Forgiving hugs.
The color of the sunrise.
Red
Stress. Rage.
Shock.
A train whistle, screeching to a stop.
A slap to the face.
The color of agony.
Gentle. Kind.
Wonder.
The hum of the humming birds wing.
A butterfly kiss.
The color of sleep.
Blue
Sorrow. Pain.
Tears.
The water's trickle.
The ocean's sigh.
The color of night.
Green
Innocent. Thoughtful.
Hyper.
The wind's whisper through the grass.
A prodding touch.
The color of fresh.
Yellow
Peaceful. Fun.
Mischievous.
The cicada at noon.
The warmth of the sun.
The color of bright.
Orange
Calm. Understanding.
Outgoing.
Joyful laughter.
Forgiving hugs.
The color of the sunrise.
Red
Stress. Rage.
Shock.
A train whistle, screeching to a stop.
A slap to the face.
The color of agony.
Princess Sara
What little girl didn't enjoy dressing up? As a fairy princess? As a princess? As a grown up? My mom always said that every girl is a princess and every boy is a prince. While little girls are dressed up, they can't help but believe that someday their prince charming will come. Most make their own to substitute for the one that will be sure to come later. I know I did.
After hitting a certain age we stop believing. We tear ourselves down. Others tear us down. We begin to strive to be who we are supposed to be. Who everyone else wants us to be. We stop feeling like a princess. We stop feeling beautiful.
Until that special person comes along. He makes you believe that you can be who you want to be. He makes you feel as beautiful as you once did. He makes you feel like a princess. He makes you believe that someday you can be a queen.
After hitting a certain age we stop believing. We tear ourselves down. Others tear us down. We begin to strive to be who we are supposed to be. Who everyone else wants us to be. We stop feeling like a princess. We stop feeling beautiful.
Until that special person comes along. He makes you believe that you can be who you want to be. He makes you feel as beautiful as you once did. He makes you feel like a princess. He makes you believe that someday you can be a queen.
Blue Secrets
Some secrets are as pure as the color of a clear sky. Some are the color of the deepest depths of the sea. And there are secrets of every shade in between, from royal blue to the blue of a robin's egg. One's secrets range just as the shades of blue, or the extremes of the earth. The secrets of middle school, the sacred information of who likes whom. The secrets of high school, of what your prom dress is going to look like. And then there's the deepest secrets. The secret that 1 in 4 girls and 1 in 6 boys share. The secret of the most dehumanizing, violating feeling imaginable. Feeling alone. Feeling scared. Feeling small. Feeling stark; white; transparent. A feeling --a secret-- of no other.
To my mom,
Happy Mother's Day!
2013
Happy Mother's Day!
2013
Broken, Shattered Pieces
Sometimes you feel shattered, broken inside. Trying to keep your feelings inside the frame of your being causes you to crack, break, and shatter into a million pieces; until you can't hold it in anymore. Your like a time bomb waiting to blow. A rocket counting down to blast off. The fifteen seconds you have after pulling the pin from a grenade. You explode, implode, combust; until your frame is punctured. Shards and fragments jut out in all directions, seemingly random. You feel like a sharp weapon, keeping everyone at bay, because of fear that you would hurt them just as your hurting. Instead of pulling those people closer to you to try to put humpty dumpty back together again, you push them away. You think it'll be easier, safer. For who? Your not sure.
You need them. You need them to fit the broken pieces back into your frame. You need them to see that you may not be the clean, sheen piece of glass that you once were on the inside; but they help you back together so that you're not as sharp when the glass shards are puzzled back into place. You still have cracks, crevices, and holes just as anyone would. Life always happens when your planning something else. Just make it beautiful.
You need them. You need them to fit the broken pieces back into your frame. You need them to see that you may not be the clean, sheen piece of glass that you once were on the inside; but they help you back together so that you're not as sharp when the glass shards are puzzled back into place. You still have cracks, crevices, and holes just as anyone would. Life always happens when your planning something else. Just make it beautiful.
Media: Wire
My wire piggy, because pigs are my favorite!
My wire piggy, because pigs are my favorite!
Made out of scraps at the Kendall College of Art and Design visit
Inspired by Giuseppe Arcimboldo