If I ever publish a book of poetry (ha ha--guess I'd have to publish a poem first, eh?) (grin), can I commission you to do the cover, Scott? I'm being serious.
Actually, I want this to be the cover. If not my book, yours. And I want it to be the title of your book: Bereft Object No. 1
scott, rather than an actual gravesite, this looks like one half of an opened locket, broken and lying on the pavement.
we carry our deaths as jewelry around our necks: 'decorations', superfluous and hardly ever opened unless they break open all on their own, when we see how very human we all are, bones beneath- and how fetal- unformed or forming, cradling nothing but air at the last.
Thanks for responding to this. Right now this image carries incredible power for me; I can't stop looking at it. It seems to embody something essential in my own world view. Both desolate and tender, this image won't let me go.
Hi...came here on a reccomend by Jenni; my excellent friend. Outstanding artwork...I'm wonderfully lost in the rare beauty of them all. I especially love this latest; Bereft. How agonizing.
I have linked you on my blog; I hope that is fine. Please visit...I should love to have you.
I've seen you around at the sandbox and remember your work, which I've enjoyed. I'm glad you came by, certainly pleased you felt like linking, which is cool.
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If I ever publish a book of poetry (ha ha--guess I'd have to publish a poem first, eh?) (grin), can I commission you to do the cover, Scott? I'm being serious.
Actually, I want this to be the cover. If not my book, yours. And I want it to be the title of your book: Bereft Object No. 1
Laurel-
I'd be honored, and I'm serious too.
I love this little guy. I'm glad you did. And you're right,
it would make a good book title.
I'm glad you came by, Laurel. It's great to hear from you.
Scott
scott, rather than an actual gravesite, this looks like one half of an opened locket, broken and lying on the pavement.
we carry our deaths as jewelry around our necks: 'decorations', superfluous and hardly ever opened unless they break open all on their own, when we see how very human we all are, bones beneath- and how fetal- unformed or forming, cradling nothing but air at the last.
it is a WONDERFUL image.-
k.
Very nice, Karen.
Thanks for responding to this. Right now this image carries incredible power for me; I can't stop looking at it.
It seems to embody something essential in my own world view. Both desolate and tender, this image won't let me go.
yrs-
Scott
Hi...came here on a reccomend by Jenni; my excellent friend. Outstanding artwork...I'm wonderfully lost in the rare beauty of them all. I especially love this latest; Bereft. How agonizing.
I have linked you on my blog; I hope that is fine. Please visit...I should love to have you.
Hey there.
I've seen you around at the sandbox and remember your work, which I've enjoyed. I'm glad you came by, certainly pleased you felt like linking, which is cool.
And I'll come by and visit soon.
All the best-
Scott
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