It’s scary to post works in progress.
It’s theraputic to confront one’s fears. Therefore…
These were all taken at different times of day, so please forgive the wild variance in color values.
I still don’t feel like a real artist. I am afraid people will think that I just fling paint onto a canvas because I [...]
And what did we learn from this? Never tag your flickr picture “tits.” No matter how much it ups your view count, it’s not worth it.
On a side note: apparently I have the knowledge to be considered a Professional in Human Resources, or at least pass the stupid exam. I would’ve [...]
I haven’t been feeling much like writing lately. I know that creativity comes in waves so I’m just trying to roll with it.
all aboard my folly
hands shaking, stomach churns
it never gets easier
jackhammer knuckles
paper-bag lungs
caution tape mouth
no one has to wonder
where they stand
with me
unsustainable
tiptoeing around the bush
or beating on eggshells
brashness is a vice
I’m unrepentant
I refuse
to be seen and not heard.
Studying for my PHR. That’s pronounced “PHArrrrghhh!” Well okay, that’s a lie, but it probably should be.
The title of this piece in no way condones or supports violence against women.
