Mar 20, 2021
#springequinox #inspiredbyspring #artrage6 #xppen #abstracthorse #abstractart #digitalart (at Cupar, Fife) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMpV8DCpxpY/?igshid=1jaw5t3hp1m3e
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#springequinox #inspiredbyspring #artrage6 #xppen #abstracthorse #abstractart #digitalart (at Cupar, Fife) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMpV8DCpxpY/?igshid=1jaw5t3hp1m3e
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S U N B E A M The color palette was #inspiredbyspring, or more accurately, by crocus which are some of the first flowers to bloom in spring! #makeupproducts: #tarteshapetape light sand #smashboxcosmetics vanilla eyeshadow #maccosmetics chrome yellow eyeshadow #colourpopcosmetic exit eyeliner and heat supershock shadow #starcrushedminerals Juicy loose matte eyeshadow (all over the lid) #focallure Laser pigment #hermannerisms Envy pigment #essencecosmetics Eyeliner #bornprettystore Blue and purple liquid lipstick #urbandecaycosmetics blackout eyeshadow #aliexpress Lashes and glitter #bareminerals Mascara #ciyradylmakeup @apetalunfolds @ceramicmagpie
Here's one of the new 2017 paintings that will be at the show. Info is below. May 7th Kerby Alley Studios welcomes three new guest artists to our Spring open house and sale. Metalwork artist Mara Friedland will be offering stunning silver, gold and resin jewelry. Amy Kim, of Amy Jean's body products will have handcrafted perfumes, lotion bars and bath bombs for testing and purchase. And exquisite copper work by Mike Rose will be for sale. We are thrilled to have such talented artists join us for our Spring Art show and sale. Along with our guest artists, Kerby Alley Studios ceramic artists Theresa Arrison, Sarah Chenoweth Davis and Chloe Kesten will have their original ceramic work available. Also, paintings by Carson Abbert and tin compositions by Emily Pratt will be showing and for sale. Spring is here! Time to brighten up with some original art. Treat your Mom and yourself gooood this May! Indulge with us over wine and snacks. Preview the work by exploring our sites! chloekestenceramics.com theresa-arrison.com MaraFriedland.com SLCDavis.com emilyjpratt.com carsonabbert.com Instagram: shop.amyjeans ms.emilyjpratt tarrison13 Instagram: shop.amyjeans Address is: Kerby Alley Studios 2119 N. Kerby Ave, Studio C2 Portland, Oregon 97227 Note: The entrance is actually off of Kerby Avenue and accessible by Kerby Alley. Our studio is on the left, 3 business doors down, and across from Uroboros Glass. Hope to see you there, Carson Abbert 503-349-2062 [email protected] Carson Abbert #carsonabbert #portlandartist #portlandart #art #portlandpaintings #kerbyalleystudios #mothersdayportland #springart #inspiredbyspring #portlandartists #inspiredbymountains #mounthood (at NE Portland Area)
Inspired by spring #spring #inspiredbyspring #blossom
My favorite colors 😍 and a bit of spring for this cold, cold Swiss weather! 🌿🌸 #jewelry #creativemind #inspiredbyspring #winter #rose #pales #blue #bracelet (hier: Bern)
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The Kate chandelier is the epitome of #spring. Beautiful #chartreuse flowers blooming from the ceiling! 📷 by @gigaram #inspiredbylife #inspiredbyspring
Ivory Towers
What part of this body, this translation
Does succumb most to the commands,
Directions, forces gliding and colliding
Like the pounce of a lion to its prey,
Guarding the stage
With ivory walls that open up
To welcome or revolt.
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And form to ward off fornication
With the world inside
And the makings of dust-
Walls that fall from their roots in time
Only then we won’t grow another pair,
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And all this love,
And hateful air that seeps through my teeth
Will return to its dance in the ether
My blood to the bottomless ocean
Where coral breed and retreat
Back into their white mothering hole
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Only they don’t lose their color,
But reemerge when the threat is gone
And the snakes of the sea go on swallowing
With commands and primal guidance
Like nature,
Like the empress that puts on the gown.
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Silk with brilliant turquoise-colored
Sheen and gold, and ocean-like teals,
Dragons draped in pink roses-
Their blossoming too had come from within,
From the fury of their fiery destruction
And her blood that meets the skin to breathe again.
Beneath the Lines
I remember walking the lands, Sands sliding over the soft edges Of what my stride concealed as callous- But a longing to glide above Sort of how your fingers Trace the lines of your palm. Or like ancestries, spanning heavens Winking under blistering feet, Or the money slot on a washing machine
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Waiting for my memory To finish tumbling like smoky pines, Aerating my mind You know, The way you trace the lines,
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Defining its tidy integrity. And there’s something in each of us, That devotes its capacity to our being, And change, To the swells of the heart, Our threshold, Our truths, the maintenance, The all.
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And beneath those lines, an impulse To sense and serve again, Cut the boundaries of the now And let my skin wrinkle over To when sand was what colored my soles And made my stride a brief surrender.
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But I’m watching as the sheer and rouge Chiffon-flowered blouse Begs for me to breathe in it, To open it up, And expel the nouns and sounds of my maker Over again.
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I took the seas into my hands And cried at their dying. Silence poured, and I came to life Like a rose at a wake, Like a palm that announces my name. In the sweat and lines it makes To suffice the memory of me, Or a speaker awaiting the noise or announcement Du chœur des anges,
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And beneath those lines is still a sense To survive, and serve, and serve again.