Go ‘Throwback Thursday’!
I’m still unpacking (shush now) and came across a folder of artwork – prints, kids’ early work, keepable greeting cards – all that stuff. Also, this photo of an original art piece done by my friend Cory LeBlanc, an Ottawa Indie art scene regular. It was done several years ago, oil pastel of my eyes. My favourite bit is the rusty-brown ‘witch mark’ in my left eye.
Kei’s Eyes by Cory LeBlanc
Colour me in sin
Cinnamon
Angel dust
Disguised as lust
Paint me a view
Me and you
Good luck token
Our eyes wide open
Brush me in tones
Skin to bone
A perfect shade
Of love we’ve made
Your tone my hue
An artist’s view
Words I fashion
Abstracts of passion
Painter, Poet Artist, Muse
Love gained, hearts we lose
I pen our Infinity
You paint our Unity
Shade, tone, tint and hue
Hearts of me and you
We blend together
In the art of forever
~ kei
21 August 2015
Your voice is an echo kissing my ear
Your scent is sandalwood and verbena
Your taste is a lingering temptation on my tongue
Your touch is tactile elation on my skin
Your image shimmers behind my closed eyelids
Wrapped in all that I can touch… scent, taste, see and hear
Thoughts rushing headlong from Past to Present tense
And I long to reclaim and leave behind my fear
And to trust once again in my sixth sense
~ kei
17 June 2015
The Five Senses by Hans Markat
Don’t allow another person to throw their black and white over the rainbow of your soul
And when someone shows you their true colours
Don’t try to repaint them
~ kei
18 August 2014
(The first line is my own, the second line is a well known quote, credited to “Anonymous”. If you know the original source, please let me know)
It’s a metaphor
Passion, Hope, dreams will escape
Without that first step
~ kei
6 June 2014
Start Here by Benjamin Prewitt
Mixed media
Inks,oils,acrylics
Cradled birch panel
2014 Simple Truths collection
From the studio of Benjamin Prewitt.
Read the story of this inspirational piece at this link: Start Here Completed.
Find prints of Ben’s work here: Benjamin, Artist at Crated
The first thing I saw this morning… your beautiful face
Can I say these things to you?
How beautiful you are, how your smile makes my knees weak
That the colour of your eyes exists only to shame the skies
All I want is to stare at you
To learn every expression, to watch your hands in their creation.
Observing your tall frame in the motion of living and loving
My words want to wrap round you
Stories of new beginnings, tales of hope, healing and redemption,
Tales of lost souls found and love ever after
These are only thoughts as your smile envelopes me. for there are only softest sighs as you paint your desire onto the willing canvas of my body; only your heartbeat as I write words of love through the silvered sable hair on your chest onto the parchment of your skin
~ kei
3 May 2013
I woke to the descent of the Full Crow Moon and your words.
Your words
How is it that your words leave me speechless?
Why am I unable to put form in ink to the images and emotions that you make in my head?
My words
They seem so inadequate, so small. I sit here and stare and stare, willing my heart to the page
I am stuck here
Caught on the cusp of emotion that is like the edge of a volcano
I am terrified to feel this way again
Terrified that it’s too soon, that I’m too raw, that I am projecting
Your words
Speaking to me in shades and swirls of blue and green
Your words reach for me through colour but your thoughts remain unseen
My words
Dip and dance in my head. Seeking sunlight shafts of light that you make in the darkness there
They run on and on. Twirling pirouettes and endless dervish raptures.
Seeking to find the music in the colour and the song in the lines
Searching for the right combination of verse and meaning to kiss your eyes
Striving for the perfect tone to paint your heart with the colour song of me
~ kei
16 March 2014
