art . darfur . a poem


This is art I made for a benefit for the people of Darfur that’s happening Aug. 14
benefit info
a poem I wrote for U :::
prime numbers relate states partial to
parallel preambles that mean nothing
to eyes whose water
drinks from pools in
deep dark forest roots.
shake trees to invoke kingdoms
coming privilege.
a proper chamber burrowed
boldly through trembling states.
a confident dreaming ox
walks along mountainside spires
in concentric tides
that wash away unstained
bridal gowns.
checks all pulled from banks
and re-deposited into subtle residue
which resides inside eternal
storehouses of bliss.
peanut butter sandwich salutations
beneath black flags that don’t salute
through bold black eyes that vomit
truth tickets free of charging buses
and stop-sign bedposts.
a party you host for turtles named patty
and candles named carl.
one jar of lighting bugs, four ounces honey, five crimson lanterns, six feathered turbans, seven ancient snail shells, a blinking eyed bunny, two thousand four hundred and thirteen laptop computers, twenty five undeniable memories of death, and you,
and I.

3 poems and a picture


Their eyes are pressing thumbtacks
of peace into my crystal
white body.
blood,
older then time, drips
dragon like to the floor that
creaks and shifts slightly in the wind.
I live in the trees.
I watch hundreds of humans pass below,
daily,
like ants.
Those who are aware of my presence cannot help
But stare at my looming glistening body
Dangling comfortably, in their eyes precariously,
From the giant body of my mother.
Eyes can never penetrate this white body.
The red tick marks that coat my skin
Are the marks of those
Who’ve tried.
Where are you?
exactly
The mother whom I’ve always known,
The angel of my lunar madness.
I’m stripping the colorful walls
Of my cage so that I may catch
A glimpse of your black bodies shadow.
Show me a hint
My dearest one.
A direction
For my feet to follow.
—————-
There is always hope
in eyes
who’s very nature
it is
to peel back the outer shells,
to reveal,
what lay beneath.
The costume trunk is deep,
dark
and often dank
in the in-betweens.
Body glimmering moonlight
blue-white.
dripping black shadow juice
streams
from crown
to puddle
around toes.
body sinks
thankfully
back
into obscurities hungry clutch.
as lost as abandoned ship at sea
tossed
invoking the capsizing wave
ingesting the salty turbulence
deep
into my sinking belly.
is there light in there?
will the cave door crack
in the end?
bending over
at the waist,
allowing my upper body to drop,
spine lowering
one vertebrae at a time,
I watch
as the blood drips from my eyes,
splashing on the remaining whites
of my toes,
merging with my black liquid shadow.
angels begin to dance above my jackknifed body,
like cheerleaders
to a game my soul has always played.
“I am as crippled as night and day”
the words by-passing my mind
and awakening instantly
in my chest.
“those bones are becoming more brilliant by the minute”
she
whispering the musing truths
into the space my disappearing ear
only recently occupied.
————-
my tact
is tarnished
my heart is
a golden waffle
garnished with monsters
who delight in nothing
but dancing
in circles around my
pole like mind.
i used to boast about
the brilliance contained within
my beloveds eye
now,
i just stare
into the mirror,
hoping for a chance encounter
with the mr right of my insides.
my address never changes
and yet
i haven’t slept in the same place
in over five years.
my chest is a medicine wheel
slash simon says game box,
which ever color is lit,
is the direction In which I travel.
There are stars in your eyes
the size of Niagara falling,
so touch the tip of your tongue
to my third eye while i stare into the sun
and back bend into eternity.

ACUARIO ART SHOW


ACUARIO
A Collaborative Painting Project by Jacquelyne Price & dragonboy56
Jacquelyne Price and David Sutherland (dragonboy56), join artistic forces to explore “process painting” on large format canvas & cloth, using acrylic, latex, oil pastels with a touch of mixed media and collage. ACUARIO, the spanish word for Aquarius, best describes these brilliantly colored expressions, which are the remains of an adventure into the emotional waters and airy minds of both artists. Grab some coffee take a seat and let yourself sink into the tides of ACUARIO.
2 VENUES: See Acuario during the month of June at The Naked Lounge (118 W. 2nd St) and Has Beans Internet Cafe & Galleria (501 Main St)
Join the artists for a Reception at the Naked Lounge 6-8pm on Saturday June 7—includes refreshments and an open game of “Win Lose or Draw” *original ART prizes given to top contestents!
If your not in Chico or California or even the contintental US you can view some of these pieces here
blessings
dragon

There are only 3 people in the world (that I love)


look gramma, I got a new piercing, can you tell which one it is?

computer art
there are only 3 people in the world that i love
that’s because there are only 3 people in the world
there’s you,
there’s me,
and there’s us,
ALL THE TIME…
I’m serious.
I’ve decided to write the lessons my soul teaches me constantly.
I think it’s my soul, if it’s not my soul i’m pretty sure its “the masters”
or the christ, the monad, buddha,
etc etc…
there is this thing that starts to happen when one decides to live consciously
it’s like living the most vibrant revelations.
it is your own bible… the book of ” ________________” <—(your name here).
I've started to notice these themes within the revelations.
the one that's been coming through most recently is the reality described above.
i'm pretty sure it's come about through an effort on my part to cut out as much living in the dictations of mind chatter as possible. Instead of trying to constantly fix things in my mind (which pulls me from the reality that's before me) I've been having the realization that there is only one relationship in the world EVER, you, I, and we. If I am fully aware of these main beings and embrace each with the loving kindness i know is integral to all of creation there is a lot less time spent in needless illusion, plus it feels a lot like being in love ALL THE TIME!

moreMEXICOpics


this is the karmic rooster that attacked me and got stuck under a gate.

this was in a courtyard de un sanitario publico in tlaxcala

tlaxcala

teotihuacan: temple of the sun