Ever forward…Work in progress. :)
Work in progress… Finally found a few minutes for myself.
My corner of the group arts and music show last Saturday!
My son Austen Gray and I will be supporting this event with live music and original art… click this to see his impromtu video to promote the event! (with special vocal accompaniment by our dog Rogue)
YouTube link http://youtu.be/B6t9qXw8AhE
You Should Have Known Better
Of all the liars…
I loved you best
You said so yourself
in a moment of weary unrest.
When you should have known better
you knew me instead…
I was the snake oil that woke
the serpents in your head.
You found ‘neath my rock
a dance of fevered soul…
a breath of stale whiskey…
an after-hours stroll.
Yet… still, you thought me well
all embrace and white lace.
Met with my demons
showed them mercy…
… showed them grace.
They never gave you respect.
Surely, you knew that much.
Liars are never as clever as their lies
and words always belie a touch.
But, if redemption is time’s secret
and wisdom it’s promise kept…
I have never loved nor lied better
than the last time you wept…
©2013 The Broken Art
From left to right… the evolution of poster design for this Cinco de Mayo… First I had to lose the worm…LOL then the Luchador was too “in your face” with no time left… I went in a totally different direction… APPROVED! :)
A recent project of creating a music video for my son and his friends… hope you like it… I do. (but I may be a bit biased) http://youtu.be/5Wo115Fa8ec
The Waves of War
We sit here, apart
after all is said and done,
Words like webs
unspoken still unspun.
The strength in our voices
made digital and powerless,
Impotent by transmission
Less than fire and wireless.
Remembering the first time
I saw your photograph
Waves of light filtering thru
like a contagious laugh.
Made me smile
at my inability to see
that the image of you
was blinding to me.
I think, No… I know
you were beyond stunning…
…and my reach.
Like a deserted island
or some secluded beach.
War waged by waves
advancing and retreating…endless.
Kissing the sand and taking
just a little bit of drift… maybe less.
Offering to reveal gold
from the silver sea deep.
Like promises of dreams,
never finding the breath of sleep.
Such are the spoils
and history will make heroes
of the winners that stay…
and forget the one who goes.
Just like the waves
that brought you to me…
The tide takes back
what wasn’t meant to be.
©2013 The Broken Art
“Catch” (24” x 18”) Conté Crayon on colored pastel paper. ©2013 The Broken Art
“Sandy Ass Punch Clowns (featuring Sean’s Tree)” (24”x18”) Conté crayon and acrylic on colored pastel paper. ©2012 the broken art
She Lived Online
She lived online
But never crossed it.
She loved online
And never got off it.
She watched online
Watched him cut it.
She bled online
And the world saw it.
She died online
And her friends liked it.
They went online
And posted it.
She lived online.
-the broken art 2012
“As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.” -Bozo The Clown (18”x24) Conté crayon on colored pastel paper. ©2012 the broken art
“I Became Insane, With Long Intervals Of Horrible Sanity.”- Goldilocks (24”x18”) Conté crayon on colored pastel paper. ©2012 The Broken Art
“If God Created Us In His Own Image… We Have More Than Reciprocated.”-Bob the Builder (18”x24”) Conté crayon on colored pastel paper. ©2012 The Broken Art
The Morning Paper
Lines run thru my head,
As headlines run thru yours…
Momentary lapses imprinted,
And a judgement is rendered.
with a folded crease…
But my story isn’t over,
Not until the ink bleeds
Until I’ve met the needs
That are worthy of distribution
All are just a substitution
For you…
For me…
When the pages lose their wait
And weightless flight loses gravity.
To take the wind to breath
And breath gives voice…
to my story.
©2012 The Broken Art