Here–
there are
minds ————-lost
in the
fairy-fizzled fog.
Faceless
Galaxius
Smoke
Spellbound
Masquerade
Bring Me Back
Hereafter
Artwork by Jumpstick
Tag: fine art
I am you
There is a mountain
betwixt the hearts of lovers
That cannot be climbed
nor eroded
by the prickles of hail
It sits
through iron-willed blizzards
and roaring fires.
unshaken.
unmoving.
None have tried to break it
or tunnel through it’s chest
Instead, they dream right passed it
and so
it falls
to dust.
“Betwixt Lovers” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Ayman Zedani
Paradise to Keep
A piece of Morning dove in
to splash my chest with fresh sea salt.
I ran my naked fingers over her
belly
swollen with rainwater
but soft,
for she was cloaked
in wispy cotton
clouds
and flecks of broken sun.
My head was plain
before today,
but its flame has been rekindled.
For she will forever
wriggle playfully between the dips in my knees
spreading sunshine over
my brown bones
“A Piece of Morning dove in” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Sarah Cruce
Dreams
Let this Hell be our Heaven
-Richard Matheson
Artwork: “Dreams” by Belen Segarra:
Progress by Athalia Johnson
“Progress” by Athalia Johnson
I feel that’s it’s harder to begin a project because it’s frustrating to work out which part to work on first and create the structure for what will become a finished piece. Finishing a project is easier because you’re adding details and final touches and are more clear-headed about what you want the final outcome to be.
Visit Athalia’s blog here:
http://inspiredinkk.wordpress.com/
A Woman Made Cold Short Story
She had endured a life seated in unparalleled heartbreak. She was not born hard; she was a woman made cold by circumstance.
She walked up to the door… her black leather heels digging deep into the softening oak beneath her. She didn’t knock. Her steps were authoritative without being obnoxiously loud. She seemed emotionless but if you looked hard enough you would see that her compassion ran deep. She had endured a life seated in unparalleled heartbreak. She was not born hard; she was a woman made cold by circumstance.
Excerpt from “A Woman Made Cold” original short story
by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
This story is still unfinished. It comes to me in pieces that may or may not ever fit together, but I suppose that is the nature of inspiration.
Untitled Artwork by Vanessa Cate
No Room for Pierre
No Room for Pierre by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
I started with the cartoon of the lonely, french babyman. When he was done, I noticed that his expression was very dreary and disheartened, so I added the tub filled with others just like him enjoying a group bath. The backgrounds that I drew ended up distracting from the absurdity, so I moved on without completing the piece. I really would like to blow it up and hang it in my kitchen one day.
Interview with an Artist: Alison
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.
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/
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