Gifts

painted glasses with skylines for my brothers' gifts.

Trapeze performances up on YouTube

I have some of my performances from trapeze up on youtube:
Bright Lights, Big City
This one I choreographed.  Had no clue what I was going to do for my piece until Bob Schneider put this song by Gary Clark Jr. on his FB and I was inspired. ;)

Monsoon
This piece was choreographed by my professor.  It is myself (dreads) and my friend Gretchen.

Fix You
This one is probably my favorite. This is Gretchen's choreography.

Find me an all purple rainbow and I'll find you an all purple leprechaun. 

Excerpt 2 from the unnamed trilogy:

She had been forced to tie him up and drag him through the forest.

She heard the music in the distance.  She stopped and pulled Mersecry up close to her.  “We are here.  Ready to help me?”  She had gagged his mouth so he could not give her away; all he could do was glare.

She tried not to laugh.  “Well come now, we are here.  You might as well help at this point.  That or be taken into custody.”  She told him.  He sighed; she removed his gag.

“You are a sore in my side.  If ever I thought of you as a friend, I renounce it.”

She snickered and untied his hands.  “Shadow creatures such as us have no friends.”

“So what is to stop me from giving us both away out of spite for you?”  He asked.

They began approaching the party in the clearing ahead of them.  Mersecry moved with what little stealth he had.  “Your own selfish sense of self preservation.”

“Oh, yes, that.”  He grinned.

book cover for my mum

a prayer leaves the lips
and is nothing
but a wish in hopes to be heard

no ethereal savior sits with bated breath
only the ether welcomes the wish

a hushed grey world
a lonely wandering
filled with the din of
wishes fade to whispers

fey wander the ether
collecting wishes
in invisible spider-spun nets

fey consume the wish
twist and writhe
in the ecstasy of engulfment
wish consumes fey
forcing its way out of every orifice

wish forces fey
to push the wish
with a kiss to a soul's lips
squeezing it through that portal to reality

a wish kissed
a wish granted
a wish ripen

rare when the lips wish
are the lips kissed

old sketches

 

From Top:
Chunky School Girl
demon spawn
drippy flower
shine out my ass
hungry!!!!  (words are backwards from photograph)
army of stick figure zombies

practice

city

Something to which I will dedicate more time soon: a mountain city that will be the basis for my next book (if the trilogy ever gets finished) this is a really rough sketch.

It's in the walls.
It's in the ceilings.
It breathes.
It sighs.
It screams.
It cries.
It learns.
It lies.
It melts.
It dies.

damn near aching apart from
the suspense of it

ripping apart from
the stress of it

dicking about until
the dream of it

excerpt from the unnamed trilogy

He found her in an inn.  She was in her room washing blood off her hands in a washbasin.  She was a horrible picture of beauty.  She must have heard him enter.  She must have presumed it was to be like the times they had met before.  They had tried to get along, even sit through meals together when they were in the same area.  They always wound up in a fight.  But this time, he desired her.

He was through her window, across the room and kissing her before she could antagonize him about anything.  She punched him in the gut and stomped on his foot and he kept kissing her.  He had never thought he could want any elf, let alone Malse, the way he wanted her now.  The picture of her washing blood off her hands was in his blood and boiling it.

She bit his lip and he groaned.  Then her body language changed, she stopped fighting him and kissed him back.  She began untying his tunic.  The feeling of her hands searching his back in need made him try to lift her up; she would not let him, she pushed him back.  Satr feared he had ruined the moment but then realized she was pushing him towards her bed.

All the anger, the disappointment, the frustration that they had both felt about their union melted away.  It was not gone but it was changed.  It held a desire now that was as passionate as their anger and their hate.  They forged a love that was twisted, hateful, burning and the only kind they were capable of.

3 old paintings, one from 04 of one of my very good friends and another from 02? i want to say.  and the third from 08.

bits of me

I spend too small an amount of time on a low flying aerial trapeze doing dance trapeze, I'm not that good but I'm working on ideas.

I've never been good at sketching.  But I've gotten much better, sadly this is my latest and possibly best.

I can paint though.

curiosities

curiosities have led me here..
to my first post on this blog.
I have many hats and talents.  but don't we all these days?  I fancy myself an author but I remain unpublished.  I am currently still unemployed and mooching off my mother.  I am months away from an undergraduate degree and I live with my boyfriend and his two children.  and our very awesome cat.  i had an addictive, ocd personality, and a wandering mind.  i like to consider this as over-creative.  I come from a long line of over-achievers with similar problems.  i try to practice my yoga and achieve brahmacharya (balance in life, body and spirit) but its far from easy.  like sneezes i have things i need to get out and share.
I try to be good and decent but i like to think we all do.