Hey Love

by Chris O’Brian

Hey love
Well I did not choose you
But you came to me anyway
So many words hold me down to the ground
But my thoughts move full speed ahead
Hey love
Once again you played me for a fool
You broke my heart when you came along
Scattered dreams and expectations
We both knew were childish from the start
Hey I am on my way
And I am running hard but here it comes again
And oh this is my last hope
And I try to rise but you keep me back down again
Again
Hey love
You left as quickly as you come
Out the backend with all our plans
So dream on you silent fools of misfortune
It's time we get up and we make some noise
Hey I am on my way
And I am running hard but here it comes again
And oh this is my last hope
And I try to rise but you keep me back down again
Oh I try to rise but you keep me back down again
Hey love
Well I did not choose you
But you came to me anyway

Art Journal

The binding, done with crochet cotton and used handles of an old and holey reusable grocery bag.

The end of innocence. The cover was a book I bought at the library book sale. I got the whole set for $5. I LOVED them for their cloth covered covers with those mod geometric shapes. The books were “This fabulous century.” How fabulous!

The start of  page in progress. The paper is file folders. I got them used from work. People were going to toss them out and I upcycled them. I love them! They take a LOT of abuse!

For instance….YES these girls are freaky looking. I’m learning to paint. So sue me! But the page has a heavy collaged background, lots of paint and it still held like  dream. HOORAY for free supplies!

This is one of my closer to finished pages. It’s not quite there yet though.

Dark place. Dark art. It helped me deal. This page is done in all it’s horrid glory.

Upcycled poetry. It’s not done yet but I love it so far.

More poetry. Why brown and grey? I don’t know. I do think this page is done though.

That’s it for now. More to come!

Photo heavy

Because, I finally can be! Here is some of my art of late:

This is a zentangle, “Urban Jungle”.

Zentangle: “If you could trust me”

Zentangle: “Peace Pipe”

 

Zentangle: “I remain inferior in my suffering”

 

Zentangle: “Wild Garden”

Zentangle: “Flow”

Zentangle: “Tipping the balance of power”

Saturday morning

I'm ready for breakfast and some zentangling! Bring on the day!

Good morning snow!

I woke up to snow all over my car and the parking lot. It's the 5th big snow this week and it's still beautiful! Even more beautiful since today I don't have to drive in it! I'm working at home! I've snuggled up under a quilt with my lap top, and that is how I intend to work. Now for some cocoa....

For the record....

....I totally was NOT watching trash t.v. yesterday while working! *Grins*

I love trashy TV

Yesterday I spent all day watching “Intervention” on A&E. Today I’m already enmeshed in a marathon of the “Rachel Zoe” project. There’s something about watching the contrasts of each show that still allows you to live vicariously. The first is like…bad therapy. It leaves you feeling empty and ready to make changes in your own life, but you’re just not sure what to do. The second is like watching a snowy, you can’t look away, you’re drawn by the glitz and glitter and the beauty of it. But it’s all just a mirage and if you look further it’s tarnished with salt and dirt and filth.

It’s all total escapism.