Now, normally I don’t post my poetry with my artwork, but this is the exception.
What most folks don’t know is that I write. I love writing as much as art. I have a bunch of stories and poems that I’ve written, however, I’ve been debating whether or not to feature it as well along with the artwork.
I wrote “midnight blue” about a month ago. It’s an erotic, sensual prose. I figured today was a great idea to create an art piece to coordinate with it. Again, I used Illustrator and Photoshop to create this piece. I absolutely love it. I planned to put this on my FB artist’s page, but I didn’t want to chance someone reporting me and being banned from posting images. I figured this is a more open-minded place to post this particular poem and artwork.
Here it is…
his strong, gorgeous body was bathed
in midnight blue mixed with
the illuminating glow of the full moon
his eyes shined brightly like a starry sky
his sensuality was such a surprise
to my eyes–
he captivated me with his masculinity
fantasies of my softness meeting his hardness
as the moon aglow high in the sky
gentle squeezes and sweet whispers
grinding hips and deep moans
songs of passionate bliss
filling the room
i sighed deeply
from my daydream
and allowed it
to burn my memory
as a fulfillment in my heart ©bth2013
Awhile ago, I created an original abstract artwork of a person who I thought was a really cool idea to surprise them with. I was so proud of the work I’d done after I completed it. The piece took a couple of days to do. I put a lot of detail into it. I then sent the person a message with the artwork attached. Well, *sigh* they laughed at it. It wasn’t the kind of laugh that they were flattered by the piece. It was the “this right here is wack” kind of laugh. They never thanked me for it. I’m not going to lie, it actually hurt me a bit because I spent a lot of time on it. It wasn’t something that was slapped together in hopes of it all coming over perfectly. Since then, I shut myself off completely of doing anyone abstract caricatures of folks.
I recently had someone ask me if I could create original artwork portraying their likeness after they had seen my work. I was extremely happy because 1.) I never had ANYONE ask me to do something original, and 2.) they told me that they LOVED my work. I was truly humbled by the inquiry. I’m so excited to start it soon!
My questions for y’all are:
Have you had an artist who made you into a work of art? If so, were you flattered by the gesture or did you find it simply strange?
I feel like this is such a random post, however, I wanted to talk about it. lol
About a month ago, I found a new muse who inspired me so much where I began writing again. Stories, poems, photography, and new art have been birthed from this new surge of creativity. I’m actually thrilled by this because it’s been a long time since I felt this way. I’m constantly coming up with new ideas everyday for me to jot down or type it on my laptop. I’m even thinking about possibly creating a new blog for my stories and poetry alone. There is something remarkable when a person finds a muse. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a person. It could be a building, an act of kindness that you’ve witnessed, or the beauty of nature. Sometimes, a song on a CD or an emotion can awaken creativity as well. My spirit feels happy to be in this frame of creative mind.
So here’s my question to everyone: Who or what is your muse? In what way does your muse inspire? What was the last thing that you’ve created with your muse in mind?
I’d love to hear your responses!
I know that this post really has nothing to do with design, but I have to get it off my chest.
Mother’s Day is possibly one of the most difficult days of the year. Well, really…more bittersweet. Since I’m a mother of two boys, I love their sweet little gifts that they give me along with the hugs, kisses, and tons of “I love you, Mommy’s”. However, I miss my mother, Naomi B. Mitchell, something terrible.
Sixteen years ago on March 26, 1996, I lost my mom due to respiratory arrest from multiple sclerosis after being comatose for two weeks. She went from being a hard-working administrative sergeant for a sheriff’s office, who hardly ever missed a day of work, to a Hospice patient who couldn’t talk, eat, bathe, or dress herself within 18 months. To say that her illness and death devastated my family is an understatement.
Let me try to sum up my mom. She was the oldest of four girls from Pittsburgh. She never cared for getting her picture taken. She had a boyfriend in college who let her drive his motorcycle only to fall off of it. My mom had the biggest crushes on Billy Dee Williams and Calvin Lockhart. Richard Pryor cracked her up. Mom was deathly afraid of snakes. The movie, Imitation of Life, was one of her all time favorite movies. She enjoyed fishing during her spare time and watching movies with us (I’m the middle child of three kids.). It broke my heart when she told me she was picked on as a child for her rich mocha brown complexion. Hooks, from the Police Academy movies, reminds me of her, especially when she gets pissed off. Her macaroni and cheese was the absolute best and I almost have her recipe down to the last ingredient. She had the desire to go back to college to major in Psychology.
Most of all, I know that she loved me. I never got my chance to tell her how much she meant to me before she died. The day that she left us, I still remember it like yesterday.
My Mother’s Day wish is for the ones who still have their mother is to make everyday with them like Mother’s Day. Take the time to say, “I love you”. Send her flowers from time to time. Give her a hug and kiss just because. Cherish every moment with the first lady in your life.
In honor of Mother’s Day, I had to post this video by Boyz II Men, Mama. I cried when I first heard this…still do.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the mothers out there.