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September 15/2018―September 18/2018

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Saturday Word of the Day: Piacular

Saturday Word of the Day: Piacular

*Piacular: expiatory; atoning; repartory.

“Elisabeth, your word is Piacular.” The judges cast a rather cold glare at the audience as they wait for the ten-year-old to spell out the word.

“Uh, can you use it in a sentence?”

There’s a small moment of panic as the judges acknowledge the question, they huddle together and whisper among themselves.

“How do you even use Piacular in a sentence?” Hisses…

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[traviscommeau]

Piacular 4

More new work!

The 4th (see all four here) and maybe final in my Piacular series.

Click the image for a lightbox version, and here are some alternates...

Prints are available in two sizes and with gilding as an option on the larger, and that goes for all four in the series. Let me know what you think

[traviscommeau]

Piacular 3

New work!

pi·ac·u·lar - pīˈakyələr - making or requiring atonement

(Apparently I've been pronouncing that wrong.)

I'm working on a bunch of new stuff, but I do have a few ready to show off - namely two new images in my Piacular series. Print available here in two sizes and with a limited edition gilded option. Click for a lightbox version, and here are some alternates...

I love the look of the figure on a plain color field, but the juxtaposition of the digitally dissolving figure on a beautiful natural backdrop is more engaging to me, contains more possible narrative. What do you think?

Another next week.

[logopoetics]

You're fumbling, fingers slipping on the bottle cap, and my heartbeat is stuttering in my chest like you've asked it to recite all the things it's ever thought about you, but the steadiness of your eyes belies you. Your gaze is somehow always on me when I'm not looking, like you've synchronized to the rhythm of my nervousness. Outside, the sky is an infinite abyss that does not frighten me but the constellations in your irises make me weak, leave me trembling like I'm ready to fall apart, like my entire body has changed frequency to get your attention.  I do not remember the glass in my hand but I know your fingertips grazed my skin and it still feels warm there, the echo of your touch a beacon burning brighter than the sun - igniting on my guilt and your goddamned gravity that draws me in no matter how many miles or inches or months or excuses I throw between us. We've stopped laughing, sticky glasses pinched in our fingers, our breaths hovering between us. It burns going down but everything does, in the end, and god, sometimes I just wish you'd fucking kiss me already.

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