Friday, January 4, 2013

Lit




Night rain.  A soggy, lightless morning.  Rooms.  I need to be more creative with the lights I place there.  They are littered with puddles of light, but it doesn't seem to fill the air.  My aging eyes need illumination.

Luminaries.  Light of my life. . . .  A world lit by fire.

I am full of obscure phrases, seemingly disconnected things.  Broken.  Untethered.

I blame the factory, but I go willingly and complain.  Perhaps the complaint is my art.  Creative Complaint, he Art of the Argument.

I must quit sending emails at night when I have had too much to drink.  Rather, I must quit sending emails at night.  On lightless mornings that emanate darkness, they do not please me.




3 comments:

  1. WoooW! Beautiful little rag doll.
    Very cool photo, I love it.
    XXX

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  2. The sun here is so weak. Drained. Bleached. Especially against the snow. Beautiful but tired and a bit dazed -- sort of as you describe how you feel maybe.

    Why the high heel shoes?

    She reminds me of Natalie Portman.

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  3. N, It is the model's favorite. Thanks.

    L, Sounds beautiful. I don't know how to answer about the heels? Why not heels? Why not moccasins? It is all beyond me.

    Oh, and yes, this was her "Black Swan" outfit.

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