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A thin film covered my eyes
Through it, I saw what the puppet master wanted me to see
I let him hold the strings
I danced, cried, laughed, and lived as he wanted me to
He held the power
Because I gave it to him
Freely, without reservation
Take my life in your hands and I will do as you wish
He’d build me up
I’d see beauty all around me
I’d laugh, smile, and love with all I had
Feeling like I could…Continue
It's a meager start, but it's a start none the less! I wanted to share my start to this project with you guys and dolls, hope you enjoy it! The art is obviously not my own and would need someone to draw something for me, if anyone is interested. :)
Sally Fallacy and the Web of Lies
It's just a…Continue
When someone smiles at me I am no longer the master of my face because my heart takes control and I smile back without even thinking! I believe smiles are the currency of the heart and I always feel blessed when I receive those beautiful heartfelt deposits. When I began the journey of creating 5 gourd vessels to be given away I never anticipated…Continue
Have you ever seen the KKK burn a cross with the intention of deliberately scaring people? Have you ever seen men with white hoods covering their faces? I have. Have you ever heard men wearing white hoods yelling obscenities about ( insert N word pluralized) and threatening to kill said person because of the color of their skin? I have. Have you ever…
Added by Maryanne Mesple on February 16, 2013 at 2:57am — No Comments
For my third gourd gifting adventure I did not have to look far for a particular gourd that was to embody my creativity. Nope, I did not need to look far because when I cut the top off the gourd I used for my second gourd gifting I set that gourd's neck next to my violets waiting to be planted. That is when I saw a flower vase gourd! So, I picked up the gourd top, spun it around trying to figure out just how to craft it into a flower holding vessel when the…Continue
Added by Maryanne Mesple on February 15, 2013 at 5:25pm — No Comments
Standing in front of the mirror
I see the changes
Old versions of me shed themselves
Without even noticing at the time
That was what pain, determination, and love did to me
A year from now, there will be more changes
As yet more of my old skin flakes off
Even weeks from now
Perhaps even tomorrow
Ever growing, ever evolving
I am not the girl I once was
And nor am I the girl I will be
This was actually written the week after I attended my favorite Aunts funeral in 2007. It's the anniversary of her birth today and the anniversary of her death tomorrow. She's sorely missed, so I'm posting this in her memory.
Laughter through tears…
When I was a teenager. While visiting my Grandfather in Louisiana, a friend…Continue
Five o'clock seemed like an eternity.
Now traffic is at a snail’s pace.
Slowly the city is in the rear view.
The traffic becomes less and less.
Speed limit raises and I’m racing off.
Cares flying away like the wind from my car.…
Outside of art classes in high school I've never faced a deadline for completion of any of my artsy or crafty adventures. Like many artist (dare I call myself an artist?), but anyway, like many artist I work at my own pace which can at times be no pace at all for long periods of time. Obligating myself to 5 people with a promise to create something homemade for them was the best creative boost…Continue