Medical Owl
29 July 2010
19 July 2010
Tatiana Avec Wenny
Glamourous world travelers always make sure that their cockatoo companions wear diamonds, have a shiny polished beak, and speak eloquently.
06 July 2010
Kingfisher I drew on a shirt for my father.
Today Wednesday is so hot that she won't even sing. I wet down her feathers under a cold rain of shower water and she dried in the time it takes me to fill the iced water pitcher. I'm taking her for a bike ride now to the studio, so that she can feel the wind in her feathers the way that she loves and then in return she will pose for me so that I can draw her.
The water is coming out of me in large detoxifying droplets. I can feel my molecules pulling tighter together. The city makes that happen. Ye of substance shall survive this heat and gain foresight.
I'm becoming closer to God with every thought of the bleeding dove prayer card and walk by the Episcopal church... When will they hold their blessing of the animals so that Wednesday will be allowed in to pray for a cold clean lake for us all?
05 July 2010
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
A lady came in and said that her clothes were covered in blood, but there were no marks on her skin.
This picture is the other half of another picture.
Drawings can be broken in half, changed, colored, added red and black. No one would know what the other half held unless it was shown. Here is a woman whispering into the ear of a deer. It was drawn nearly two years ago. Outside of PS1 it smelled of blueberry danishes. Inside me I felt like blood. Outside me it looked like white flesh and a sketchbook.
The two drawings would fit together. For every drawing, what is on the opposite side, the back, underneath, torn out?
Why do we keep certain ones to ourselves, secret, whispers to a silent creature?
We save some for dessert. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
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