Rock Paper Scissors

"I put my trust in the materials that confront me, because they put me in touch with the unknown. It's then that I begin to work...when I don't have the comfort of sureness and certainty." Robert Rauschenberg

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You are…

“The Sea Inside Me”

Collage by x-changes

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Old Man Jack's...

warehouse was a universe of HOLYSHITWOW! The smell alone punched my head with strange images, that were too real not to have happened. Crunchy glass like candies, stuck to the bottom of my shoes. Their violent sounds made my skin bumpy with pokey hairs. Rusty steel beams lie in disarray on the cold cement, old clanky chains hang from above, still swaying from those punched-my-head images. The restless wind blowing through the glassless windows, drying off my nervous sweat. I said to myself, “ah…yeah…this place will do.” — —x-changes/so-realism

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Sorrento

Your lemon scent seeps inside me and plays with my thoughts, nearly waking me from this dream-like setting. I am bound to you Sorrento, you and my high-spirited Italian friends.

Often in the gardens, we cook, eat, drink endless bottles of wine, and share until the sun rises. Meals last forever as do storytelling and conversations. Music and poetic voices dance in the Mediterranean air. Long walks up and down the rolling hills are mind moving and love making. The people are so alive, the flowers vibrant, and the smell of local dishes are as alluring as a Pavarotti song.

When the new day comes, I emerge from my seaside suite onto the terrace, like Botticelli’s Birth of Venus, bathed in golden hues, floating on a sparkling blanket of azure blue. I could nearly touch Mount Vesuvius, I am captivated by her, she speaks to me…she fills me with dark secrets…

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The tumblr Effect

there’s a glow in the dark corners of the net where the lonely hearts drift like moths toward the blue flame of soft confession tumblr...they call it but really it’s an altar built from pixelated petals and handwritten wounds

muses sit heavy in these rooms they wear eyeliner smudged like midnight storms they whisper write it down bleed it out and we do oh god we do

here... love is stitched from reblogs and asks from secret tags hidden like letters in coat pockets from poems about strangers...with galaxy eyes from fanfics that taste like honey and lightning every word feels like a hand on your shoulder steady sure saying i know you

it’s comfort it’s chaos it’s hearts typing furiously at 2 am wrapped in blankets and playlists summoning love like an old ghost knowing somewhere someone is reading someone is healing someone is saying

...me too

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“Akasha”

3’ X 4’ Oil on Canvas

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I’m moon-bathing in my studio…

Please fill me with all that is marvelous!!

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[he-loves-to-roll]

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“Come Inside”

I ache for you your words like songs how they come inside and play me touching me that way but we know don’t we we know what your doing owning me like a keeper claiming me with your stake entering me deeper and deeper as days go by as weeks fly by months now years we both know how dangerous your little words are don’t we don’t we now sing sing another song sing another song inside me

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in his bedroom voice

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from far far away he asks

what are you wearing

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below my panama hat

below my hazel eyes

below my bronzy lips

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teasingly i reply

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i’m draped in a thierry

muglar line with gypsy

flavored fabric that’s nearly

see-through white and

tie-dye of royal blue

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my sleeveless blouse has

a summertime neckline and

swoops low from behind

kissing the back of my thighs

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as i walk my skin peeks through

just below my belly button offering

the scent of sweet honeyed fruit

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further down…little white shorts

accented with a thin leather belt

decorated with shiny golden studs

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my nude colored wedges make me

feel statuesque but my favorite part

is around my neck

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an egyptian necklace with strands of

multi-colored chains that dance upon

my breasts

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with every motion and every

emotion they playfully sway tickling

me…enticing me…taking me

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over the edge

each and every time I laugh

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I feel you in the folds of my memory

tucked deeply into my sentiment

tickling my waves of confusion

with the glorious smoothness

of your mother tongue

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“Woman of Paradise” 16" X 20" oil on canvas

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i love waking up in my studio

in silence the fan above goes round and round swirling my mind tickling my warm body

the flower mobile with it’s gypsy colored palette and your foot sized petals moves in slow motion

the rays of light shine through my linen dress (you know the one) and the sea of saris that drape with ease

all of this and the smell of you painted on my skin…

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“Still Life En Open Air”

11” X 14” charcoal & colored pencils

Created by x-changes

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“Eye want You”

Collage by X-changes

10” X 12” displayed in a shadow box

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You are…

“The Sea Inside Me”

Collage by x-changes

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Black rocks and blue lagoons — The hardened lava in it’s jet black omnipresence, cooled by the ethereal waters, of a calm so blue. — Intrigue and shadows, pull you into a haunting but delicious dream. — With a birds eye view, we roam in a copter over the active volcano, Kilauea, while she spits fire in the air. We swirl and swirl above her flowing glowing mass, while inhaling the smoke from her smoldering womb. — From sulphur to sweetness, we head north, entering the dark velvety valleys that taste of perfume. Nature in it’s playfulness, squirts streams of water from it’s winking and smiling cliffs. — My favorite pilot is Crazy Joe. He flew attack helicopters for the U.S. Army, which was obvious in his every maneuver. — His love for rock, trailed psychedelic notes in the tropical sky. Laughing, he was always laughing, with a twinge of devil in his eyes. — He would always find his way back to earth though, that giant floating black rock… — and as for me, with every flight I took with Joe, I changed a little…my eyes more wild, I laughed a little louder, and I would always chomp at the bit, to once again, soar in the untamed sky… — x-changes/so-realism — partial image of my own work, oil on canvas with ground Carrara marble from Italy

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walking on a tightrope…

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between my ears

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arms stretched out

like wings in air

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i wrapped my ankle

around my neck

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lost my balance

then splattered

past the net

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viewers gasped, sighed

and some did faint

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as I stained their world

in stunning shades of

warm red paint

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my cuban

in the blush of dawn she waits in quiet but pulls me my lovely moka — i fill her insides with my dark and delicious then warm her over open fire — patiently i wait a few drops flow i swiftly pour into the sweet and raw — i whip i whip madly until a foamy creamy moment happens — and then… — —x-changes/so-realism

[artinwood54]

Morning Cup ☕️