Sunday, December 19, 2004

Two paintings


Two silhouette paintings, the beginnings of a series. I am trying to access traditional New England imagery and decorative arts. These are the type of paintings I hope to enter in the "Close to Home" exhibit, although I will be making a new one for that. What do you think?

Saturday, December 18, 2004

jetfuel

I started a blog mainly for non-artistic writing but I thought I'd share it anyway. The last entry is a little dismal. Thanks to my dad I am getting a little more excited about the retreat. Imagine 20 youth making cards...lots of cards...for four days. EXCITING! But if anyone else has ideas about the youth winter retreat pass them on. Josh, Carrie, Ben, and I are doing it this year.
jetfuel

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Thursday, December 16, 2004

medium length poem caught in filter

Check it out here

Monday, December 13, 2004

That's all Folks!

That’s all there is for tonight. More bulletins will be forthcoming as events warrant.

Signed,
AlphaDefender

This One Needs Work. More On Triangles Later

Don't be in fear because fear is in Vouge,
Don't be startled or timid or cry.
Don't be dejected, sidelined, rejected;
Be glowing and happy and fly.

(Untitled as of now Second in the triangle series)

There's a Story Behind This One...

One Flag for Every 5000

How beautiful
How very much like tulips of red and yellow
Springing up,
no,
pushed up, like daises in ordered rows.

Riot of color
of form
of function

Yet here the past echoes loud
saying, "Tear up the Blues, the Pinks
the Oranges, the Whites.
Tear them out and burn them.
Make them ash and black.
Burn them all to black.
Don't think, just stomp."

"According to officials from UMPD, undercover officers spotted Pardee
and Crowley at 2:41 am ripping out 60 to 70 flags (of 2400)." The Daily Collegian

Was there to be no eulogy for color?
for people of color?
for ideas of color?
for neighbors of color?

Come with me,
I'll show you my painting
of a black smokestack
on a moonless night.

A voice is heard in Ramah,
weeping and great mourning,
Rachel weeping for her children
and refusing to be comforted,
because they are no more. Matthew 2:18 Jeremiah 31:15

Text of a Future Children's Picture Book?

You Know, That Poem With All the Eleventies.

Look at at the world through my telescope eye;
Eleventy ants are marching on by.
Eleventy houses all stand in a row,
Eleventy people with nowhere to go.
Eleventy Waldos, but noone knows where,
Eleventy barbers, eleventy bears.
Eleventy trains, plains and automobiles,
Ride around town on eleventy wheels.
Eleventy saltlicks are having a fight,
With eleventy cows (who make out all right).
Eleventy linebackers forced to do pushups,
Eleventy quarterbacks curing their hic-cups.
Elevent flights of eleventy stairs,
Eleventy legs on eleventy chairs,
A ten-legged bug with eleventy shoes,
Eleventy Christians, Hindus and Jews.
There are so many things that I cannot keep track;
Please could I have my telescope back?

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

help me clean my filter

I've begun to evolve a story about a creepy little robot and a young career couple from the future. Feel free to read and comment: Cleaning the Filter

Thanks!

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

It would seem as my browser is having JavaScript trouble. I planned on posting a piece or two, but looks like that will have to wait.

AlphaDefender

Re: Anonimity.

Spelling is over-rated.

Anonimity.

Hey,

Anonimity is underratted.