you'd surface face first and we'd share thought bubbles

keep art alive; art by kukula

true affection ~ the blow

& the video

& live

"and true affection floats

true affection sinks like a stone

I never felt so close

I never felt so all alone

I was out of your league....

and you were twenty thousand underneath the sea

waving affections

You were out of my league

at a distance

that I didn't want to see

wanted you nearer"

early mornings are where my clearest thoughts reside. there is something about the silences, the grace of a sunrisen sky, the lingering kiss of dreams on my skin. in the spirit of that i've been trying to capture some of the clarity, harness some of the creativity, and let myself breathe. this song came on as i passed my favorite bridge, the sun hitting it just so, the cool morning air blowing in through the half-opened window. if i could take a picture that caught the way a moment looks when bliss is hit, if only temporarily, that second would be one of them. so, instead i try to write it out; i replay the song; and i paint it the only way i know how.

walk the thin line between belief and delusion

keep art alive; art by rich tuzon

each step requires wide eyed attention
visible breath like tendrils of memory
left a bit longer then the last words spoken
spin a finger through as it all but disappears

passerby overheard sentiments
you catch some pieces and fill in the rest
snapshots from someone else's show
we are all just hand-held parts of the act

the grime of trodden pavement
all stage and spotlight to slip around
or take a seat
become the daily audience participation

clap your hands
raise a fist
blink twice and risk missing all that undefined something
worthy of this scissor snipped cutout

might just tuck it in a sweater sleeve
as you make this unwanted escape
only half as much to drag along
but volumes reside beneath the skin

this city will linger well past morning

(written by me)

fists up ~ the blow