Green fur on the skin of a rock
that was once smooth and yellow
Snapshot by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
reflect, reflect
my hollow heart
in fields of hot
and yellow death
look out, look out
upon decay
and swallow lumps
of silent calm
we’re two, we’re two
half living parts
that drink in dust
and bow our heads
we’ll crack we’ll crack
but never break
just hang in dusk
for all is lost
Eternity by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
photo: “Metaphysical Liberatarianism” by Suzanne Koett
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Drawings by Argentinian Illustrator, Catriel Martinez
In life, the external form does not indicate the internal form. Appearances are almost always deceptive. But in art, appearance is all that exists. The internal and the external are one in the same. These characters are deformed by most standards, but they still have an uplifting quality. Their quirky little faces with lopsided eyeballs and large swirly noses are sweet, genuine reflections of what people really are: a complex marriage of flaws and strengths that reflects a familiar sort of beauty.
-Angie
The pink paper above contains my own doodles, many based on designs of his, others exact imitations.
More of Catriel Martinez’s work Here:
Pull fire from your face till you’re boarded and blue
with eyes dark as stone
stiff
and icy to touch
though melodies spout from your heart
red and true
be quiet as moonlight
for songs strip you bare
Poem by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse; Artwork by Sammy Slabbinck
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Oh
Bright Blue Nakedness of morning
How you mock me
with your brittle grin.
Life is cold
And truth is dead
but still you hang above
with love and peace beyond our reach
“Brisk” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: Leigh Viner
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