A Siren's Hymn This Blossom Sung,As Honey Dripped Off Of Her Tongue,A Serpent Charmed, I Stood EntrancedBeholding

A siren's hymn this blossom sung, As honey dripped off of her tongue, A serpent charmed, I stood entranced Beholding her Hypnotic dance

My eye had caught a glimpse of red, Of fabric swaying in the wind, And in the midst of heartache's throes, I saw her there, The desert rose

A Dipsomaniac’s Haiku

Who would have thought that My first taste of the Devil Came from my father

What I wish more people understood is that art is like cooking. Not everyone needs to be a great chef but everyone should cook to some extent. It is required to put fuel into our bodies, and we have to prepare that fuel. Same with exercise. A lot of people understand that regular exercise is part of a healthy life, that doesn’t necessarily mean that they are athletes.

But it feels like most people don’t apply this perspective to art. Just because you are not an “artist” doesn’t mean that you should not be creating something that feeds your soul. It can be paper clip crafts, or doodles in your notebook, or knitting or LITERALLY WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT but please for the love of God do SOMETHING.

I think it starts with our art teachers exclaiming confidently that everyone is an artist. While I understand the intention behind it, I feel like it alienates people who don’t feel artistic, or aren’t particularly skilled and they end up frustrated. Not everyone is an artist in the sense that they have the mindset and technical skills to make meaningful pieces, but everyone should be a creator of some sort. It feeds that need in your soul, and just like food and exercise are part of a healthy body, so is art.

Human nature is to make crappy art and embroider crappy designs onto your clothes and finger paint and make a mess. All prehistoric cultures have instances of art dating as far back as tools and cooking, and it is just as vital to civilization as the things that keep us breathing. What’s the point of living without feeling alive.

untitled abstract acrylic on canvas board by Me (2021)

i say i miss summer, but sometimes i mean summer in 2006

welcome to the jungle where it twists and turns and swells with the weighted stench of violence you feel frightened and unwell you turn your heel, with lightning speed to escape the way you came you feel your soul can take no more and it really is a shame because you see, this jungle here? it's only in your mind there is no escaping your own demons so no sanity will you find

a dbt skills cheat sheet/illustration i did last may in IOP

prompt was what’s in your tool shed(ie coping skills) so i also did a “mind garden” to go with it