Emotional Still Life


Emotional Still LIfe
Those oddities, those strange objet d’art that aren’t art…but they become ‘art’ cause we put it together, pose it and make it so. I was introduced to the idea of a still life as art in grade school, one of my teachers arranged items with different shapes, sat them on a table in front of us as a challenge to draw the shapes. Even then, the ‘idea’ felt BIG, soul sized - aka the right fit.

Still life, nothing more than the way you would arrange flowers in a vase or a ‘centerpiece’ on a table. Just objects put together that somehow ‘come together’ and look beautiful. Yet simple shapes, arranged and imbued with a spice we can’t quite name. These shapes, the combinations call for attention. Your conscious thought may not find pleasure in the arrangement, but your heart realizes there is something ‘here.’

Emotional Still Life captures the spirit, the essence of a still life; the movement, the textures rough but flowing like choppy waters of a lake.

Emotions are stirred, soothed, cooled, heated and left out to dry…we hate them, can’t be neutral about ‘em…just like a still life.
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Whenever I Write

Whenever I Write

A Freedom to write, an elegance and flair for words, it really isn’t necessary but writing, more importantly, the digesting of words should not be mundane. I aim for well prepared meal of words. I want the smokiness of my complex emotions to linger in your mind for a while. I want you to read, to see a string of words in a sentence or phrase and for those words to turn over and over in your head. I want those words to be sweet sometimes, but mostly, I want words to enter your soul, to set free some far gone notion, some ‘ideal’ had as a child but lost to the calming sleepiness of adulthood.

When I write, the words fall like the whisper of some spirit brushing up against the hairs of my hand, haunting, questioning, mysterious…
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