Mississippi.

Mississippi.

Black Thread and Water Color on Paper.

12.5x14.5in.

They call her Mississippi

but she don't flow to me. 

Spends her light on the Bayou

but she don't come to see.

She's the one that makes my dreams. 

They call her Mississippi but she don't flow to me. 

The shape of her horizon

makes the morning sun

when she puts her eyes on each and anyone. 

She's the one that makes me fall. 

Midnight rain shines through it all. 

She's the one that makes me fall. 

Midnight rain shines through it all. 

She's the one that makes my dreams. 

They call her Mississippi but she don't flow to me. 

They call her Mississippi but she don't flow to me. 

((Painting inspired by 'Mississippi' a song by the band TRAIN. Look it up and listen to the song while you view the painting and let me know if you think I did a good job portraying the mood of the song!))

Sneak Peak!

Been a busy couple weeks but I've been working on this piece whenever I have time! 

SO MANY STITCHES! 

I have high hopes for this little lady!

"i'm about to make people forget about Madonna"

Visual Poetry Inspiration

It's Raining 

Guillaume Appollinare

It's raining woman's voices as if they had died even in memory

And it's raining you as well marvellous encounters of my life O little drops

Those rearing clouds begin to neigh a whole universe of auricular cities

Listen if it rains while regret and disdain weep to an ancient music

Listen to the bonds fall off which hold you above and below

Just discovered this poem and love how it is raining words!

Made this visual poem that I wrote which is also entitled 'The Rain'

without ever knowing about this other one!

The Rain

It's raining 

(I stand

staring at the umbrella you hold strong

grasped in your grips and long

that you would hold me so strong

in your grasp so strong 

because the space between us is misplaced

yet fragile

for I could shatter the echoes of your whispers

with the bat of my eyes

but I stay still

exposed to the dripping wet

because I need to know

that what you see

in the rain

and in the moonlight

is not what I imagined

because only then will I know

that when you kiss me

it is real.)

Do you love me or the rain?