In the Studio

at midnight tears fall into your ears (remains)

at midnight tears fall into your ears (performance) (Paper, Yarn, Flour, Body; Drawing in Space)

at midnight tears fall into your ears

Apprehensions (gauze, dry ink, tacks)

Collaboration

Immersion (Ink, Tissue Paper Dye on Paper)

Vessles (Ink, Rainwater, Tracing Paper, Watercolor on Paper)

bruises, marks, stains (Ink, Rainwater, Tea, on Paper)

Red Spot (Ink on Tracing Paper)

ironed stain (Ink on Tracing Paper)

eaten by weedy greens from under a pool where stars govern a life
annihilated by the smile of iceboxes
impressed with his garlands of magic
sucked the crowd's last tear and turned away...

apprehensions...as angels swim in them, the sun dissolves and bleeds its lights...

although they taste like vinegar and shine as though an acetic star, i continue to collect those tears...

remembering the time when i undraped her shoulders and solaced her until cock's crowing...

ran around in a circle that breached out into alley ways, leaving me frazzled, mortified, and frail...

scared by the prospect of being away...as excitement oozes toward the entrance to a new chapter, time draws toward its close here...

...bewildered by vague fog, looked for like mail-wishing to make the mute turnip speak and raise her feet to stars-

does not want much of a present
does not want to adhere to rules
am ready for enormity-
filling veins with invisibles and killing what i can...

sweetly, sweetly i breathe in, filling my veins with invsibles, with the million probable motes that tick the years off my life....i have fallen a long way as clouds flowered blue and mystical over the face of the stars...

could smell bitter strawberries as i swam in your eyes with vague terror-

playful, snapped, and pleading memories with collected tear drops from the marble floor

physically and emotionally revolted by the horrifying transgression, but still in an impasse-wanting to take another chance in the horrible phase of expectation

knowing actions have consequences, the slightest behavior means something, and like physics, nothing happens without an effect...

wanting to count on someone and asking whether it's hard to count on or knowing that i am being counted upon

making sense out of random things and picking up pieces of left over emotions
thinking of that face that still makes me cry

craving to breathe that breath

mesmerized

still alive...

have been through a battle and shared a special bond...have tried making sense out of war stories...had though I had cosmically caused the accident...amazed by how we blame ourselves...picked up the pieces

substancless blue...is there hope? or is it given up?

have tasted mermaids-fatuous, like foreigh figs...bewelidered...saw a spinning blueness-van gogh stars, beneath her perliness

slept on marble floor and a tongue

incommunicative, sullen-unencumbered by foolish tears...nerves melting...unable to make things meaningful

slingshots, a whisper...a question, no answer

wanted you here, but it wanted you more-paralyzed cold

wanted a piece of sky... thought there was one for every lover

asked to reach the distant shore

the weight of the wait-dismayed by the terrifying realization-those seething desires

had been caught by you when i fell out of what i fell in

cumulus-were you...and i, crestfallen...longed for crescendo...craved to breathe your breath...yes...in the rain...and in sorrow...smearing smog...

does it belong to me...? the mark...the "coffee stain." flowing and trickling...trying to cling to earth. and then, slip away...yearning to be interwoven in the invisibles of rounded contours...

blistered, bleeding, breathing...forces of lust-disintegrating? or, do we dream...? it's only love...struggling stepping stones...

flawed fallible field of life drowning in dogged determination

flawed fallible field of life drowning in dogged determination

eyes glazed in expectancy...breath-in rhythim of the stone roll of your heart...