A girl can dream of stepping out on the High Road, a flame in heels that’ll steel no beau’s heart. What laces each ankle in place she’ll turn to take his fancy and he, blood pressure rising, will let her lead and whirl. “Red Shoes,” acrylic on board, by Nicola Slattery. Used with permission. © [...]

come a little closer, i want to seduce you. dip your bare hands into the paint barrels i have placed at your feet, at your sides, up ahead. lift your fingers to the earth blue sky and watch the oily liquid squirm, gravity its game. pull on that overall, flick the hairs of your brand [...]

  She Breathes Cerulean Aquarelle runs deep within the lines of her. She breathes cerulean. . . Floating transparent, in the tides of time.   “She Breathes Cerulean”, original watercolor and poem by Michelle “Shell” Rummel. © Shell Rummel, of Shell Artistree. Designs and collections: Shell Rummel Fine Art & Licensing.     ___________ Try [...]

The scrape of palette knife an accident of memory...

I want her in front of my lens I realise as we drive away. She is poetry in a body.

Lyrics like lavender /lines lifting towards the sky/painting gives new heights

This feverish afternoon opened my heart to the magnificence of the human form: mostly the beauty of the female curve, the contours of her mountainous landscape. Recently, poetry re-awakened this for me, brought it into my present.

Poetry and image join in this lovely painting and poem combination from Ylenia Mino and Maureen Doallas.

Instant has cheapened us. We need the forgotten process but we don't know it. So I started capturing poetry, as a cathartic process.