Take My Wings

Butterfly fragile,

my wings new grown.

I flew. I dreamed,

and I flew

right into your net.

Coaxed by a breath of words

fluttered into my susceptible ears,

Entrapped by my own desire.

to believe

that the intensity in your eyes

was more than the clinical interest

of a magnifying glass.

Pin my wings,

taking out your heart

even as I strip bare.

Mount me.

I helped you weave the net

so much thicker, so much tighter,

with my own indiscretions.

Bind me, wrapping me fast

into my cocoon.

Turn me back

from newly metamorphed butterfly

to graceless worm.

I let you experiment,

your gaze scientist cold,

forgetting I once knew

how to fly.

Find it here.

Shredded

I judged your profile,
forgetting Lord Byron was a bastard.

You were a garret in Paris,
a moth in the darkness.

I brought my black bag,
brimming with legs and breasts.
I couldn't cure you.
The infection was too ingrained.

Your pretty words
turned my head 360.
Your hook was barbed.
I swallowed.

The fight was pitiful.
You cut the line,

leaving me numb,
among the splatter,
my faith torn,
my feet shredded,
your cock broken.

Foxy Lady

Like many artists, I love to explore different crafts and ideas.  I dabble with beading as well as folk art dolls.  I thoroughly enjoy my complex, multi layer art pieces, but they can take days and weeks to finish.  I tinker and move pieces, think of ideas, and try not to get frustrated with a work in progress.

Sometimes, it's nice to just play; to take a Victorian or medieval portrait and just alter it in a whimsical way.  

I love the connection I feel when someone approaches my more in depth work and finds something meaningful to themselves or to their lives.   I derive a great deal of my sense of purpose from moments like those.  I feel like there is a reason why I make art; why I want to pursue the uncertain life of an artist.

Sometimes, though, it''s just about a piece that makes the viewer smile.

My Animal Folk pieces are just that: pieces of whimsy designed to evoke a smile.

The women of Ziegfeld follies were glamorous, dangerous, and wonderfully playful.  My foxy lady is all those things, with a deliciously hungry edge!

Ginger How does your glorious hair grow?

Mirror Mermaid

Mirror mirror in the sea,

who is the fairest mermaid to thee?

Jellyfish Rocket

to eternity and beyond!

Jellyfish Machine

Jarred

Dance of the Shell Queen

The problem with portals in time and space 

is you can never be quite 

certain what sort of entertainer 

might come dancing in!