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Art Heap: Jenn Mann

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Bubblegum

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Sea Gal

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Pomegranite

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Mars the Grackle and the Two-headed Girl

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Milkweed

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Bear Mountain

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Skin Deep

by fyarlgiles

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 I feel your frightened eyes

fumble and peel

as I pass —

She is

-so tall

She is

—so sure

That otherworldly creature

over there—

-Angie

 

Art Heap: Lost Lines

by fyarlgiles

 

 Here–

there are

minds ————-lost

in the

  fairy-fizzled fog.

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Faceless

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Galaxius

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Smoke

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Spellbound

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Masquerade

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Bring Me Back

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Hereafter

Artwork by Jumpstick

Girl in Repeat

by fyarlgiles

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from my blurry neck

came bursts

of yesterday

 that smudged

your edges until they

were nothing

but

thumbprints of muddy scarlet

and hotpink.

–And when it was over–

I

forgot to

clean the

 splattered walls.

“Girl in Repeat” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: Otherworld by Jumpstick

Lesser Known Artists: Lucille Malkia Roberts

by fyarlgiles

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Malkia Roberts ( 1923 ), “Spectrum” Acrylic on canvas 1972

This image, according to the artist, represents acceptance of the present and anticipation of the future. The woman is the past, and the Expressionistic style and upward gaze symbolize the future. The flame-like palette “eliminates the possibility of negative space and ensuing objectivity” (203).

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Malkia Roberts ( 1923 ), “Guardian” Oil and Acrylic on canvas 1986

Human figures are often found in Roberts’ art, but abstracted. The theme of this piece is “women of color” and how they are “protectors of family and tradition.” She is quoted as saying, “My ‘gathered visions’ are evoked and implied rather than realistically delineated in the traditional sense. They have evolved and are wedded in patterns of light and color, reflecting my emotional and spiritual reactions to places and ‘people of color’ around the planet, with whom I have bonded. The energy invites viewers to unravel the themes and come to their own conclusions.”

Information from University of Iowa

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Gone

by fyarlgiles

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HIs white walk

hardens in that place between my spine

and my skull–

It feels like holding back tears

and scattered fever chills–

like scraping rusty metal with my splitting fingernail

until the sound numbs my arm

and I cannot speak.

But it is the

last new memory I have

of him.

And

I

will not bury it

today.

“Gone” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse 

Artwork: Our Great Love Story by Agnes Cecille

The Female Gaze

by fyarlgiles

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our

pleasant

black

faces

are pressed together

under a veil

of chalky peach

 that drapes over your sleeping spine

and my

shivering shoulders

to protect us

from open air

and honesty—

Every day we dress

like dolls

with cherry cheeks

and nodding heads

because you are a daisy

and I am a tulip

and we

live only

to be

seen

“The Female Gaze” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: Spectrum by Lucille Malkia Roberts

The Way She Painted Me

by fyarlgiles

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This is the way she painted me

with

sloppy brushstrokes

of indigo

and cloudy-white.

—- messy holes

that spread

and leak

into

marbled splatters of nose and eyelid. 

It looks nothing like me

but

when I touch her,

I can feel it

sweating into the pores behind my eyelashes–

staining my sight

like the horror of a bloody

ghost.

“The Way She Painted Me” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: No Sudden Movement by Nina Schroeder

Before We Grew

by fyarlgiles

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Before we became

 pink

and mean,

We ran through freshly sprinkled yards

on summer nights–

and teased the misty breeze –

as

 our sunburned noses caught  the familiar scent

of wet concrete.

But in the holes ahead

 were burnished, brassy pupils

warning of degradation

and pain.

Warning of the end

and the beginning

of us.

“Before 13” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Daria Hlazatova

Taste of a Woman

by fyarlgiles

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She is the taste that leaves me withered

and sore

but still

My lips tremble in anticipation of her

I crave endlessly

her porcelain shoulders

slim and flushed

against satin sheets and velvet pillows

devour me

til dawn 

til death

let me

inhale

all that you are

“Hunger” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Pledant:

http://society6.com/pledent/nude-572150_Print