Lately I have been pursuing my artistic creativity, the literary flow has become some what blocked.
This is my eagle warrior girl as I’ve been calling it. I did the plain pencil sketch a few days ago and last night recreated the whole image to add colour.
What do you think???
So a while back I created two new blogs. One for artwork and one for personal stuff. This hasn’t really worked well for me so I’m going to be deleting Nat-el-artista and veinsofmelodies.
I’m going to cease reblogging random crap from tv shows, films, photos of cats etc and will only be reblogging other peoples artwork or writing that I think is interesting and would like to spread the joy.
So thanks to those you did take up the following of my other blogs but spiller-muses is definitely where it is at from now on.
Thanks, and lots of love,
For such a massive Kate Winslet fan, I’m shocked I realise I’ve seen barely any of the movies she’s been in. So I have a cinema list to work through:
All The King’s Men
Romance and Cigarettes
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
The Life of David Gale
My new babies. I love having cats.
Indie - 20 months
Captain Uno Katzenjammer - 4 months
Well followers. It’ s been a long time. I must apologise. I’ve been half busy, and half uninspired. Together, they make for a very dull and frustrating time for a creative person. Gah. But I have broken slump this evening and bashed out this little number. It’s my first in a long time so feed back is greatly welcomed and appreciated.
A dull, thumping ache spreads throughout me
Seeping cautiously within my chest
I can even feel it in my tongue.
Silent pieces of my sleeping mind begin to whisper
Dreams, secrets, stories….
All the things I want to pry from you
The parts you keep hidden beneath your skin
I can see them… the letters, etched under the flesh
Pulsating, growing, with every second time I taste you
Teasing my senses with everything I want I know
And anything that I dare not even wish for.
I could cry and weep for answers like a broken child,
But what pathways would that lead me down?
How many bolted doors will I stumble upon?
If there are no windows, it cannot hold light…
And I could scream and yell for explanations
A tiny looking glass to see you through
But even if you gave me all the keys I need
What good’s a window if there is no light?
I watch her silently, sharpening
the arrowhead into a point. Focused
on the perfect aim, and the perfect
device. To pull, engage, divide.
I remember all the alchemists, believing
they were so deadly; poisonous wretches
sent here as assassins. I hid from their
watchful words, their peaceful prayers.
A facade I should have perceived, her
empty heart. I learned that the thieves were
never the men with their cloaks, it was the
woman coated in that deep green hue.
I won’t come crawling for her
taunts. Higher, more elevated I
seek to be. Futile wishes of a bitter
queen, will never break my stride.
Have decided to start a pole blog over on Blogger… Anyone out there who pole dances and would like to get involved please send comments, feedback, your own pole achievements and photos!!
I’m obsessed!!!! Let’s pole baby.