Bats and Strawberries

  Happy All Hallows' Eve everyone, did you know this holiday that you celebrate, long ago started as a day to dress as a saint or evil spirit in order to act out the battle between good and evil? Bet you didn't. Anyhow I wanted to write about two different things that are close to my heart. To start, the first topic I wanted to talk with you about is that of bats. I love bats. They're adorable winged things of the night. Bats often times get a bad rap because they are represented as depictions of death or haunting. They're creatures of the night avoiding contact with people. I say a creature misunderstood. But did you know that in...

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Water and Color

Watercolors, my favorite medium and sometimes my biggest pain. I adore the flow of the water, how it moves and reacts to each touch of the brush that's soaked in pigment, whether that pigment be heavy or thin each reaction varies in response to my touch. When I saturate the paper with water and I introduce the pigment, the reaction is so visually satisfying. Clouds of smoke-like color explode from the bristles and into dampened paper. Twisting, creeping, seeping, blending and fading, the pigment stretches to the farthest bounds of what I've allowed within the boundaries I've created for it using only water. Beautiful water the thing that makes up 50-65% of the average adult human body and covers about...

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Thoughts of The Sonnet Seventeen

XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;so I love you because I know no other waythan this: where I does not exist, nor you,so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,so close that your eyes close as I...

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