Category: Drawings

Thoughts on a Man

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His mouth mischevious

spouting secrets with excitement

sufficiently controlled

expertly executed

his adoring audience seems to agree

i depart with tears well-timed and  offense poorly feigned

matches unmet

my bed big and cold

my walls narrow and white

………………….i suppose i’ll wake up tomorrow

Fragmented Thoughts by Meaghan Merrifield

Artwork by Lance Gilette

More of Lance’s Work here:

http://lancegillette.com/

Interview with an Artist: Alison

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Interview with an Artist: Alison McPherson 

 the closer I am to finishing something, the more I ruin what it could potentially have been if I didn’t finish it.

ANGIE: Do you have any thoughts on why art is often left unfinished?

ALISON: When I draw, it’s like something is both intoxicating me and pulling me along with its momentum. I stop when that feeling stops.

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ANGIE: Do you feel like you usually finish your creative writing projects?

ALISON: The shorter ones, yes. The longer ones, never. And finish isn’t really that set in stone. It’s more  “presentable”. I might go back to it later.

ANGIE: Do you think there is something in you that resists completing the project on some level?  My friend Mitch and I were talking about how finishing a project sometimes feels like accepting a death.

… an anticlimactic death

ALISON: I feel that way with more complex pieces. It’s very much reminiscent of Lost in Translation. Sometimes the potential of a piece is more exciting than the execution and the closer I am to finishing something, the more I ruin what it could potentially have been if I didn’t finish it.

artwork by Alison McPherson

Alison’s Blog:  http://boastingsquidsandolivehomages.wordpress.com/

Unrecorded Song

the bitter kiss of compromise

stained your lips and stole your voice

you’re a stranger I’m a ghost

and i can’t reach through all your noise

I’d float through all our clouds of smoke

That’s if I felt I had a choice 

Every morning I feel older

dark nights crawl, and warm days race

you’re so black and I’m too blue

our bed is such a lonely place 

Every day we wake up dry

in fields too brown for rain to save

sleep in weeds until we die

sleep in weeds until we die

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Time will bury girls and boys

paint their minds then blow away

I was bright and you were new

I was a poem yesterday

now cut my skin or kiss my mouth

The notes I sing are always gray 

and every time you looked at me

My eyes were hard

My eyes were drained

My eyes were nothing much

 My Eyes by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

This song is about my relationship with my first live-in boyfriend after we grew tired of each other. I just remember scrubbing plates in our kitchen thinking, everything in my life is losing color but at least I can look out the window while it happens. Years after we broke up, I started  working on an album and wanted to capture that feeling in a song., but the chords I wrote felt very repetitive and didn’t really capture the mood accurately, so I scrapped the project.

Untitled Sketch drawn while listening to Kid A

by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse