I hate everything about this, Except the color blue Which is my favorite, But they didn't even pick a good blue,
Blue Pumpkins: Part 1
I hate everything about this, Except the color blue Which is my favorite, But they didn't even pick a good blue,
The mystical magic of the Ozarks takes Kelsey Lou for a strange ride as she goes on a quest for information to help her sister – and reckons with unexpected aspects of herself and her community along the way.
How do you expect anyone to believe your party supports bodily autonomy, freedom, and minding your own damn business when you're punching down at JD Vance for reasons that have nothing to do with his policies and leadership decisions?
But Céline Dion made an impact on my life that transcends performance, and it is more clearly visible in the 1997 performance below than the her solo tonight at the Olympics. Watching the old performance this evening, I wept.
I know how to love Arkansas through this identity crisis, because like my own identity crisis, self-hatred doesn't accurately represent who Arkansas is.
How many poems for the dead could have been dinners with the living, if my distant cousin hadn't sold his soul for political power?
Weeks later, still reflecting on Rothko's work and grateful to have been so deeply disturbed to action, I sat down to this canvas with only green paints to see what might happen if I painted a canvas with only one color. "Green" was the result....
Grown in parallel with the echinacea flowers planted in my yard. As flowers explored the soil, reaching for sunlight, so too did I explore various effects of linseed oil on canvas, reaching for evocative sky and earth textures to give depth to my first-ever oil-based blossom after I broke free from the seed of acrylics.
Old Man in the Sea Oil over acrylic. 16"x20" stretched canvas.© May 1, 2024. Contact for pricing A five-word short story on canvas.
Kelsey Lou and sister Karly Lynn must team up to protect one another against the forces of Patriarchy encroaching on their garden, invading their home, and squashing their hopes for real romance – or their futures – to ever blossom.