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Writing Prompt 6/28/2013: “Place”

Result of this prompt courtesy of “Part Wild”:

I knew I was in the wrong place, where dust settles and moats of light relax in the air. The Attic, an altar for the forgotten where you can consume the oxigen around you to clear fearful and frazzled thoughts. The only thing to think carefully of now is the sense of someone watching you and how you may feel when at any moment your spine feels as if it will rise from your skin, a bland pit releasing itself from fruit.
It is time to taste fire.
 
 
 
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The Consciousness of Creativity

“And I found that when I built my own place and just shut the door, the creativity was endless.”
~Billy Sherwood

Hello readers!

I apologize for being away for so long, but it was all in good usage! I am already feeling the busy  energy of Summer that is starting to permeate everywhere. I can honestly say that it has made me  into a creative machine! So I have a few fairly new things share since I have last posted…which means visuals of what I have been up to lately, either hot off the fire of creativity or some things that I have been reworking: mostly collage (digital and paper form), poetry, and of course photography! Here they are and I hope you enjoy them:

Collages:

Collage that I did on the front of my primary writing notebook.

“The Beauty in Death” -Digital Collage made in Adobe Photoshop CS4

“May Garden” -Digital Collage made in Adobe Photoshop CS4

Photography:

Edited with Adobe Photoshop CS4 and PicMonkey

Edited with Adobe Photoshop CS4 and PicMonkey

Edited with Adobe Photoshop CS4 and PicMonkey

Edited with Adobe Photoshop CS4 and PicMonkey

Edited with Adobe Photoshop CS4 and PicMonkey

Poetry:

“Unbitten”

A package deal. Soft, languorous

Still

Unbitten, the nape of the fruit.

Guidence.

Postured for receiving un-named

Pieces of time.

Panic

Nestled underneath the subtle colors of wood grain.

Sky and tree too.

© 2012 CarrieLynn Gerard

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“Compatable Kiss”

An idea of a compatible kiss:

Slow, lucid…breathing life into my heart bones, steeling itself against rusty paper inquisitiveness.

A whispered answer in a doubtfully light manner to consume the two into summer only to decide what the world looks like from a string of rancid pearls.

© 2011 CarrieLynn Gerard

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“Hazardous Sinew”

If you look closely, each person that comes into our life has the intensity of a fire which is always burning, raw and eternal.

Yet we have no nerve to cut the weight of hazardous sinew away, while sitting on the doorstep waiting for the differences of the new hours to come crawling forward.

Wet

Hungry

With eyes so deep and troublesome, they might as well be a mirror.

But I have had a need to welcome them inside anyhow.

© 2012 CarrieLynn Gerard

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“Out of Control = Death”

The sea flows to me to indulge in my Soul when I am alone.

The clear, cold bones of the tide kiss me with the kind of abandon that I don’t let myself feel.

Out of Control = Death.

Only to break the maidenhead of such quiet and solitary ways, a gate against such embraces that wrack the nerves making the heart tremble and stumble.

© 2012 CarrieLynn Gerard

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So has anyone else felt the amazing energy of the impending Summer? I would love to see what you have to say in the comment section!

Fondly,

CarrieLynn


Adventures in Acrylics

“An artist cannot fail; it is a success to be one.” ~Charles Horton Cooley

It all started with a cookie sheet, water, and some sticky, bright paint and my adventure began!

At first when it came to painting if I didn’t have the “right” supplies or knowledge to pull off the exact effect I wanted to create, I didn’t bother with it. I guess in a way I thought it was sacrilege to not use the traditional tools of the trade; if I didn’t have the “right” tools it wouldn’t turn out, be it abstract or other wise. My creative spirit had slid into an deep dark cave, cowering with it’s mouth sewn tightly shut, which was unusual because I am one to go against the creative grain if the opportunity presents itself.

Finally, I was tired of fighting myself. Even though I find it was and still is major stepping stone of my budding artistic integrity, it was time to push myself off the cliff and into the unknown.

I rustled up my “work clothes”, an old, ripped denim-colored dress shirt with the long sleeves cut off that used to be my father’s  and a pair of neglected sweatpants. A spray bottle of water, paints, brushes and other unique painting instruments crowded the cookie sheet I held. I took a deep breath to clear my lungs and mind, and sat down to work on my newspapered studio floor with discomfort.

Needless to say the first few ideas were nothing great and seeing them in paint irritated me. Nothing unique, just blobs of paint in need of a miracle. With a scowl, I had had enough. It was quitting time and I went about cleaning up.

“Spritz Bottle….spray water on cookie sheet and paint, then press paper on top to get the image onto the paper.”  The thought bubbled up unexpectedly. I knew then I was onto something: it was worth trying, anyway.

Water and paint merged together, dampening the page underneath my fingertips. I pressed and rubbed gently, holding my breath as I pulled the edges up for the resulting image.

The red, black, and grey had ran together in an linear fashion, yet it had a pleasing look of abstraction.

Oh yes…this was the start of something BIG!

 

 

I went on for a couple more hours and I found the prints were more and more giving off the vibe I had longed for: grungy, smudgy, perfectly imperfect.

Here are the my other three top prints that turned out pretty wicked awesome:

 

 

 

What was the coolest work of art you have created that was totally unexpected? Let me know in the comment section!

Fondly,

CarrieLynn


Revising the Ordinary

“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” ~Confucius

How often do we REALLY work with our vision (artistic and physical) to see ordinary things as truly beautiful, even extraordinary in some angles: Long-left towels on a clothesline, the way the light of twilight caresses a certain tree on the roadside? In fact, what makes these things even CAPABLE of beauty, be it the questions we ask or the proverbial light that can get shone on the object?

Here are a few photographs that I took that ran my memory about such an widely debated concept:

I would love to hear your take on such a concept in the comment section! Have a great weekend!

Fondly,

CarrieLynn


Downtown Jaunt 2/27/2012

For the first time in the last few days we had a flawless sunny day here in Friday Harbor (aside from the damp chill that clung to the air)!  

The way the light and shadows played together in these photos had such a interesting visual impact that I HAD to capture and wanted to share with you all…I hope you enjoy them! 🙂

CarrieLynn


The Pleasantries of Poetry

What is it about poetry that inspires us to greater heights of thought, finally forming the long lost thought that we are truely spiritual beings beyond our flesh and bones?

I find the cadences from which the way  words flow and wind around us is a great indication of our strength in the Soul and the Mind, that we truly in fact do project our “essence” into the world to make it a more satisfying and bearable place when sometimes our  human shell can only comprehend and understand so much.

I remember back when I was quite young learning about poetry for the first time in elementary school, but mostly about the rhyming variety. And for some unknown (but most likely silly) reason, I vowed from that day forward that I HATED poetry and would never write any, only stories. Now, fast forwarding to QUITE a few years later, poetry is my main form of written expression and I only write fiction occasionally. I think that back then I had some sort of subconscious whisper from my future self that I was going to rebel in such an unconventional, beautiful, and profound way through free verse poetry after being such a quiet and almost painfully shy little girl; I WAS going to come out of the other side stronger and wiser.

Now all the poets of the world: BE PROUD!  Poetry is one of THE HARDEST forms of writing to write. KNOW you have sent your words from the ink on your page into the air to change our world just as some other poets have done before you; They are proud of you and your courage to open up in such a way to the world.

And not to forget the readers of poetry: By just re-reading the works of  other poets, your thoughtful views on their precious work makes it take on new colors and textures which we need in such a vast world which makes it that much more beautiful; don’t EVER discount that!

And to bring a thoughtful end to this post: What are your thoughts about poetry? Do you have any favorite poets?  Do even write your own poetry or are you just a devoted reader of it? Let me know in the comment section!

Fondly,

CarrieLynn


The Fascination of Fog.


Most seem haunted by the fog, as well as the rain that can sometimes accompany it. 

To them it is a veil that has dropped making the world lose it’s respective color. But for me it often heralds a time of inspiration, renewal, and (I dare to even say) comfort!

Here are a few photos chronicling my inspiring walk down near my small island town’s port/ferry landing and I hope you enjoy them! But if you do choose to include these very photos on your own blog or elsewhere on the web, please be courteous and ask for my permission. Also, please link back to this post…that is all I ask!

And I ask you: What weather inspires you and gives you comfort? I would love to hear all about it in the comment section!

Thank you for reading!

CarrieLynn