dreams and false alarms

dreams and false alarms, originally uploaded by SLP....

inspired by jonimitchells
Amelia:

the sunshine state

the sunshine state, originally uploaded by SLP....

this town host retired fields

the dream sans neil young

the dream sans neil young, originally uploaded by SLP....

i had this dream last night

i was running from a caddy
and crawled up a building..
breaking through the facade--i stumbled upon
some photos...this was one of them--but it featured neil young.

a kiss beneath a blue sky.

sur la table : cellular interventions from my mothers hands

the day dads doctor done brung him lifes dues

I dont know if i'll ever get out of this town.
the retirement state -- valley of guns and ammo at discounted prices.
Where huge SUVS and Pickup trucks run cyclist over as their right

the aging --just get cells that demand a lock-down -
the aging-- as much as we'd like to deny--bring us with them
to this southern state of  still dreams and heat

finding us  --wonder ...wander ...
pining for home....
neither here nor there

II
theres no muse --even myself--feigning muself
the lie i tell  -over and over again.
truth be told...
theres no life here--no where to go
too hot--too empty --too deprived of the urban pulse
that generates inertia to claim life

to live.

neither here nor there
neither here nor there
neither neither neither

slp

when i dreamed in colour

when i dreamed in colour, originally uploaded by SLP....

hope is what dreams are spun of

hope is what dreams are spun of, originally uploaded by SLP....

collaboration with Hanan:
hanankazma.blogspot.com/
and texture
www.flickr.com/photos/lesbrumes/
Texture courtesy of lesbrumes.

as was

as was, originally uploaded by SLP....

glass works from the homefront

whisper sweet nothings

whisper sweet nothings, originally uploaded by SLP....

about a bird

lensbaby muse--overexposed.
canvas texture-paint.

and all that jazz...

I would like to paint.
Smear-bleed-scrape-rub-or delicately govern my stylus to obey my command.
Someday--perhaps all my unfinished paintings will find themselves signed.
Done.
I had photoshop for about three years.
Little did i know its potential. So--having discovered tools-perhaps i can paint --at least give an impression of such.
for now--this is just experimenting--or to be left as is.

coney island dreams and a mermaid in greece

Playing card collaboration with Liz Cohn
http://www.lizcohnartstudio.com/lizcohnartstudio.com/welcome.html

she provide the inital card with the top one having the kings dream in black and white...and i added the blues and jack .
second card: she added the fish and greek --while i added the mermaid and waves and bubbles.
She has an exhibit in the month of May in Oregon. Check above link for date and space.

toy stories come night

toy stories come night, originally uploaded by SLP....

watching the ny dolls

watching the ny dolls, originally uploaded by SLP....

watching the watcher watch the wheels go bye in store front windows

midnight blues

midnight blues, originally uploaded by SLP....

lensbaby muse---x two images...layered

and lullabyes

lullabyes, originally uploaded by SLP....

metropolis

metropolis, originally uploaded by SLP....

whispers of sweet dreams

whispresof sweet dreams, originally uploaded by SLP....

fragile notions

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We numb ourselves to the past
Comfortably so.
We sit familiar with shallow memories
Infected by the illusion of a double fantasy,
(Garden promises and flowers for your head.)
II
Life with the lions…
Them sly hungry cats
Opportunists for the vulnerable,
said lonely man on the hill.
Their sadistic teeth clamped down
Muscles tight—
Amused as your
Flesh was torn-- skinned
Rapped your dignity
Your only defense; your heart.
That tender rhythmic organ that kissed--
Sorrow to bliss.

III
You were true blue
I was sweet orange,
beneath the rainbow of our love.
The songs then were ballads
Of our genesis
In lands of gentle giants
Enveloping vulnerability
In green pastures…True.
Our dreams took loft
With the helium of surrender
Dances spun too high from earths sphere,
Too splendorous for gravities hold on us.
IV
You were true blue
I was sweet orange
We did not know
Blue becomes so easily velvety black
And orange too often turns sour.

V
By the river of sans souci
The other side of
Hells gate
I’ll meet you there.
Shadowed no longer
By dark forces
Or life with the lions.
nor silly silly notions
of more then is.

©slp