The Most Curious Woman in The World

    The Mother of Curious // oil // canvas //20 in x 24 in 

Eve, 

The mother of all creation. The first, the first blood from the womb earth. As I wonder what she was like, i see her in all creation. Man and Womb-man alike. She is within us all. And even in our curiosity, we find first that it came from our mothers mothers mother. The story of Eve and her curiosity is most times told as a tale of coming of age and knowledge starting with curiosity. Though some judge her curiosity, maybe in it we find ourselves and answers to why we are curious about things that have both negative and positive effects on us and in our lives. All the same, curiosity is not cursed. But endowed with a discernment once we place in order our steps. Or allow the spirit to teach us the boundaries within our willingness to want to find, find out, or find within. 

Friends

 

Things I Still Must Do

Things I Still, must do:

#1. 

They have a tendency these days not to have any reason, take any specific color or shape. They just peer in at you when your on the john. 

18 x 24 

ink // acrylic// newsprint 

California Bird

18 in x 24 in 

ink // watercolor // cold press

35 mm

 

When I was a bird

You were the ones who loved my song

Many times you'd sing along

Enchanted by what you want to be

Caught me , trapped by your beliefs

Now I'm in the cage you made

Crushed beneath your selfish ways

No song to sing

My tears are a stir

The bars like knives your angry words

Some have need and some lack for want
All want to feel love to some degree
Maybe it's time that this bird break free

Thousands of miles unto the sea
Into the wild, with palm and tree

Thinking of western shores that peeked
And remind me of a time I didn't mind to teach

A time when I took pride in the children's minds I reached
and loved the joy I received from each

Now I sit, and face a beach
No board to ride on smooth concrete

I lift my head above the place I weep
The man, the willow, coconut tears for meat
Wake to praise as the trumpet plays

Sounds of freedoms light

I remember my song and why it was gone

Why it was meant

for those who lament

To bring peace and strength

You wanted to feel that presence
With you always
You wanted to lock it inside your pocket
To save for your own need

But the song of a bird that is meant to be heard
Shall give it the will to break free

Big Sisters

You wake me in the morning knowing my thoughts,

I hold you dear like the sky holds the moon

You have told me of things i was not old enough to behold 

And given me my favorite colors

Your light was modest and tender like fresh green grass dewed with a sparkle

I remember a time when i had to hold you, 

when the wounds were deep and felt at the hands of the one whose womb we descended from

The pain was great but i held you and told you we were gonna make it

We have, grown strong and wizened in years and forgiving tears.

letters and recordings and songs and laughter

I see you now as the fruit of pain turned to pleasant trees with leaves that extend into other hands 

Now i can give and know how much has been put into me

into things that I have learned to love and grow in. 

Big sister 

I love that you showed my how to be kind

to paint the picture i want to see

Big sister, i love you 

N.7

 Mirror image

your mother was a mistress, and your father was a slave to her beauty. I am the brother of sin and the sister of lust, i know you.

Your Mothers Child
Boy,
You move like salt lake slabs of tree trunk lost at sea,
your heart is big and brown, and your memory seem to be short
Glossy chap lip, swaying, shoegazing, gnarly kid man, you shredded.
shred'ed

Truth is...

a complete belief,
i sometimes kick my ankles with my boot and it swells
Ive compromised many times but never forgotten the peace in during the bitterness,
It is not an obligation to tell you, the truth. But an attempt made to consider the spirit
in us all

Christ bless you

scrambled egg with basil, please

Its a new day.
As the sun shines and the plump vines sway
I think to myself, in all ive seen, the ins outs and in betweens
I best know, Its a new day.

I woke, with an admit hope that you would be, lying next to me, in bed
instead, im on a couch and next to my head is everything i own,

still i am not alone, I remember the peace that Ive felt from numerous hells passing
coming and snatching in the night
Ive been, Still i must say
Today, is a new day

Dirts,

under my cuticle, my mind is far from intertwined with love.
Mingled with rough patches of pain, i can not be afraid

If you are the wind beneath my wings then i am falling and we were never the source.
Always were we the vessels being poured into. Never the stencil

Now I see, peace is not yours to give to me,
Nor I to you, its truly free

I thought it once to come from being, content and warm in my abode,
Solace in my fortress, home is not here
We've opened windows we were meant to,
looking forward, thinking back, God sent you, to open my eyes to his grace

Im burned down, and empty house waiting to be filled with flowers

do you see me, I see you. Am I blind or is this truly divine

Truly Yours, and truly mine,

I hope I am your arms and you and still my feet
Lord willing I will always hold your hand while you keep my beat

I am here, i still believe this point of view has not changed the dream
the hope, the love , the pain that's on display

Im woke another morning
Today is a New Day