paintings, drawings, prints, constructions, and words from artist Peggy Shearn
The Secret Poem of July 19Reconstructed in Highland Park and en route to Atlanta....It came as a shockWhen I realizedShe had made a quick clean incisionWhile feeding me daylilies and teaIt's okay, I said.Look: there's no blood.And I feel fine.Still, fear shuddered through heras she slid her fingers into my flesh,pulling the throbbing muscle toward her.I can only take a nibbleShe gasped.dabbinghercrimsomlips.
This is wonderful....
July 23 is wonderful, I meant. The poem is...um...descriptive.
so you're saying the poem stinks?well, I warned you! but thanks for translating it!
love this one in concept and execution! Good work
thanks.I'm starting on a painting from this drawing,just as soon as I quit screwing around on the interweb
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The Secret Poem of July 19
Reconstructed in Highland Park and en route to Atlanta....
It came as a shock
When I realized
She had made a quick clean incision
While feeding me daylilies and tea
It's okay, I said.
Look: there's no blood.
And I feel fine.
Still, fear shuddered through her
as she slid her fingers into my flesh,
pulling the throbbing muscle toward her.
I can only take a nibble
She gasped.
dabbing
her
crimsom
lips.
This is wonderful....
July 23 is wonderful, I meant. The poem is...um...descriptive.
so you're saying the poem stinks?
well, I warned you! but thanks for translating it!
love this one in concept and execution! Good work
thanks.
I'm starting on a painting from this drawing,
just as soon as I quit screwing around on the interweb
Post a Comment