Nothing wreaks havoc on a heart like the response of indifference. But I would rather risk pain then forget how it feels to love and to live and to hope and to dream.

Poetry Sweet Poetry

Oh how I love poetry. I have been writing it since I can remember. It's always been not only my creative outlet but my psychiatrist as well! Sometimes the internalization of all the different emotions around me becomes so overwhelming that the only way that I can understand what I'm feeling is to describe it in picturesque words. I always thought my writing was just a silly, even irrational, past time until recently. The more poetry that I read the more wondrous it seems. Reading the hearts of men and women who lived decades or even centuries before me is so romantic and surreal. The poets of the past are like immortal lovers whispering perpetual sweet nothings in my ear. I dream of people reading my poetry one hundred years from now and discovering a kindred spirit.

Happy Easter

This is a rough draft of a collage painting that I'm going to do on 12x24" birch plywood. I just ordered the plywood via the Internet and it will be here on the 22nd. Which works out perfectly because I have the 24th off, so guess what I'll be doing ALL DAY LONG- muahahaha!

Happy Easter everyone!!

April = National Poetry Month!

I didn’t even know there was a National Poetry Month. I adore poetry! With the changes that I’m making in my life I wanted to post a poem that somehow reflected that.

Risk

And then the day came,

when the risk to remain

tight in a bud

was more painful

than the risk

it took

to Blossom

By Anais Nin

♥♥

That poem, along with the author being French, reminded me of my latest favorite movie, Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain (The Fabulous Destiny of Amelie Poulain) I just call it - Amelie. Amelie is directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet (who also directed another one my favorite French films, Delicatessen.) And has a quirky humor and gorgeous cinematography. The colors in the film are rich and vivid and the soundtrack is marvelous. But it’s the story line that reminds me of the poem. You’ll see several characters take seemingly small risks (with Amelie’s help) that literally change their lives. It’s a lovely movie. In fact I just put it in my Netflix queue tonight for the second time. I’m sure I’ll end up purchasing it for my personal DVD collection.

I’ve had such a contrary couple of weeks.

Ben and I decided to stop seeing each other. Which is an awful lot like ripping a band aid off; it hurts like hell but has to be done. I think ending our “relationship” (I use that term loosely) was one of the few things that we ever agreed on and we even argued about that, go figure. But aside from that I have the rush that new found independence tends to give and I have applied for school in the fall. I take my assessment test tomorrow, yikes! I have decided on a degree in Humanities and I’m giddy to be a student again. And although I’m hungry for the knowledge, going to school full time and working full time is going to be crazy! But I’m up for it….I think.

Then there is Gisele. Poor girl had to go back to the vet today and have her original incision from being spayed a month ago, reopened, cleaned and closed back up with different sutures. She had an allergic reaction to the dissolvable stitches and had developed an infection. This time around they gave her the good old fashion stitches. Except they’re worried about her licking them hence the stylish t-shirt she is so obviously thrilled about. I have already taken it off of her so that she could cuddle up and sleep like she does.

So that’s life in Bohemian Sugar. I’m just trying to get a grip.

Look familiar?

This is the girl that I sketched and shaded for my Suzi Blu class. I finished her and then cut her out and glued her to this canvas adding paint and collage elements. I couldn't pick up all of the details in any of my photos but I sort of went crazy with them. It reminds me of a scene from a fairytale.