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The morning's bright shadows scattered the ground...of mind.

Erasure poetry collage.

#erasure poetry #poetry #analogue collage #watercolour #art #painting #junk journal

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Recalling other people's words

Some quotes to think about, or ignore

Daily writing promptDo you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?View all responses The Roman poet Virgil wrote: Every man’s last day is fixed. Lifetimes are brief, and not to be regained, for all mankind. But by their deeds to make their fame last: that is labor for the brave. The translation I recall, still after several decades, says it differently: Short and irrecoverable is…

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This is one of my favourite erasure poems...be weird peeps.

Love a memory that does not exist. Escape time. Fall in love with the undefined everything impossible. Live a different life.

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I can barely ask my worried heart.

Mother, I've wasted my life.

But at least I made some questionable art, and I've written a few poems, and a few stories. And yes, there's a woman walking a snail. This is tame compared to Medieval art.

#erasure poetry #collage #junk journal #doodles #art

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Mainly now, I do collage to quietly giggle late at night when I can't sleep. Because there's precious little else to laugh about.

#collage #junk journal #artwork #poetry #erasure poetry #doodling #art

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Writing, interrupted

A long overdue blog update.

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Your courtesy collage / junk journal reminder to seek out what brings you joy and revel in it. Or something, it's advice, not a demand. Anywho, have a day.

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We suffer in the prison of the present problems seem insurmountable but possibility leaves the door open for future light

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The time you accidentally spend too long (more than a minute) on L*nked*n and you realise it's a positivity trap full of the most uselessly inane bs. Full of ads offering gigs of $20 an hour to use my apparently superior writing skills to train AI to write to steal jobs like the ones I used to do. Putting posts in my feed about the privileges of disability. People asking why so much talent can't get work, with answers citing resume filters instead of examining nepotism, ageism, ableism, classism, sexism and racism, as well as offshoring jobs so shareholders get their increasing returns because the systems are rigged, but little cogs in even the most broken machinery of state and business must keep going 'round to pay the exorbitantly expensive bills just to live, if like me, you are lucky enough to live somewhere that isn't being bombed to bloodied rubble for other people's resources.

Anywho, do art. Write poetry. Sing. Dance. Laugh and protest. Cry but sleep. Dream and maybe, out of all of this, we, you, someone somewhere, somehow, can create something better out of any of this mess.

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Doodle, watercolour paint, collage. It's the classic collab no one asked for but here it is, much like myself.

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Another page of post surgery, world on fire insomnia collage journalling that's now become the final slightly less sad piece in a tryptich of art's unhappy women. (I'm assuming women facing away from the artist are annoyed as well as exploited). Because life is short and repurposing terrible, racist art books full of handy images, plus cutting up out dated digest books pretending to be reliable history resources feels like public service. An artist gotta art, scissors gotta cut, picture gotta depict.

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Hey all, you know how internet searches suck now? When the results are awful, full-of-AI, death-of-the-internet levels of bad?

Start appending date constraints to your searches - "before:2023".

My results have gone from 90% AI bullshit to ~60% usable - which frankly at this point is a huge improvement.

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"My imagination dreams of shadows I never see in life" - that's the erasure poem, pasted to a painted metallic watercolour background, also adorned with a pasted on doodle, book images, and some marker patterns. Unsure if it's finished. Doesn't matter if it's not, but maybe I'll find or draw the thing that pulls it together. Or tear it apart. Either way, creating and recreating something is the point when too many people are bent solely upon destruction.

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Reactive in perceivably angry ways? I think it's possible.

Anger can also look like fear, fear can look defensive. Defensive to them may look offensive (not offended) to others.

Passing down a genetic heritage of ancient wrongs, waiting eons to enact revenge?

That's a story.

doing important research on this fine sunday morning

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Since the world's -waves arms- like this, I thought I'd continue to draw, paint, and cut up magazines and books and such. Joan of Arc listening to the end of everything, as more people are persecuted and the phoenix arises from the roiling underworld of chaos and flame. As you do. The erasure poem reads "with your light, kindle me" because puns give me life, even now.

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It's because you can see (most) of your enemies coming.

I like birdsong and wildflowers and swirling leaves and the busy colourfulness of the other three seasons, but there's something so... unanxious about winter walks, to me. The minimalist black-and-white stillness empties the mind of noise and nonsense like nothing else.

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The urge to make and share a piece of pointless art created via combining ink markers, watercolour, pen, and cutting up old books, making erasure poetry, and sticking it all together with images cut from magazines, cards, and craft supplies when I can't sleep. Because life is short, the world is this, and so far, nothing I've done in life matters at all. Unless it all matters. So here I am and here you go.

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