Thursday, July 14, 2011
We've Moved!
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Thursday, June 30, 2011
Found Word Poetry: Introduction
I took a page out of a very boring book on language usage and made it into a bit of muse through technique of found poetry. Here's the results:
Introduction
The space of plain style/ Concentrate on essentials / Usage commonly violated.
Three rules/ Instead/ of one belief/ Internal punctuation
principles and paragraph/ the widest application/ The small portion/ of style
experience has past profit/ Individual problems/ of body sections/ reference in man
English helped Mr. Rule 10/ from suggestions/ for study or style/ Correct Compositors
Monday, June 6, 2011
Galileo's Art
24 x 36 in mixed media painting. Painted over another, older bit of artwork that says "You knew me in my inmost being. You knitted me together in my mother's womb."
If I Find the Right Man (taken from line on sheet music on painting)
If I Find the Right Man (taken from line on sheet music on painting), a photo by rehuxley on Flickr.
New mixed media artwork. 16x20 in. Acrylic.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
New Flash Fiction: Waiting (#140ffb)
Started a new flash fiction piece. As I like to do, I try not to plot it out but rely on poetic feeling and expression of what is going on in my life spiritually or emotionally to color it. I use form to help structure those feelings. Here is the running twitter posts of the microfiction in chronological order. Use the hashtag #140ffb to follow the tweets:
It was the silence that troubled her the most. Like a bee hive in her head. Like a long dog moan. She stared at the door and waited.
In the yawning of minutes, she wraps her thoughts in strips of yesterday's memories. Heart beats echo.
(edit note: I changed the voice from 1st person to 3rd to be more consistent).
With a sweet smell of lilacs the room shifts from dark to dawn. She hears the approach. The movement of grass under footsteps.
He is now.
It was the silence that troubled her the most. Like a bee hive in her head. Like a long dog moan. She stared at the door and waited.
In the yawning of minutes, she wraps her thoughts in strips of yesterday's memories. Heart beats echo.
(edit note: I changed the voice from 1st person to 3rd to be more consistent).
With a sweet smell of lilacs the room shifts from dark to dawn. She hears the approach. The movement of grass under footsteps.
He is now.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Cry, Baby, Cry - Hanging Wall Collage
Cry, Baby, Cry - Hanging Wall Collage
Originally uploaded by rehuxley
Another in a series of Hanging Wall Collages...
The Language of Feelings assemblage
The Language of Feelings assemblage
Originally uploaded by rehuxley
New assemblage. Click the picture for more detail.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The Last Road Trip
Join me as I write my newest flash fiction story about a women taking her mothers ashes on one last road trip. Even I don't know how it will end! All of this is done in 140 character, bite sized pieces as I write it out in twitter. Follow it here or use the twitter hashtag #140FFa
Here's the current twitter fiction installments:
This road trip wasn't her idea. It was her dead mothers last wish. The Urn with her ashes glared at her from the back seat.
Where are protocols for taking a road trip with your mothers ashes? Does she ride in trunk, shotgun or belted in child's car seat?
Starbuck cup with brown foam. Sign marker for 405 Freeway. Nothing on the radio. Why mom do we need to do this?
#sixwords Tired Tears Tacos Terror Temp Test
A missed exit. A missed thought. A missed chance. I sit on the side of the freeway and cry, the cars howling by. A boxed life waits.
the tears gone. The traffic gone. The night gone. Now we are here but no where, alone forever.
#threewords Can't Say Goodbye
The desert day is hot. The night cool. We watch the heavens. Heavens watch us. No hurry to watch the ashes dance home.
Stars swirl. We expand and grow. BANG you laugh, so quick, last. Road trip.
{Editing notes: This wasn't the best flash fiction I have done but I did like some of the technical aspects of it. With only 164 words, it is definitely in the micro fiction category and as such, it left out a lot of detail. For example, when I wrote it, I thought the main character was a women but since I never stated that in the story, it was not defined. I liked that better. The piece had some poetic forms embedded in the short prose. I used the twitterverse forms of #threewords and #sixwords to give some pause in the fiction for more emotional punch. I also used short sentences throughout for the same effect. There was a lot of repetition in the words for more free verse effect, like in "missed exit, missed thought, missed exit". To give me a feeling or tone for the fiction, I read some of the poems of Charles Bukowski who always seems depressed or pissed off about life. I don't know if I conveyed his affect in this piece or not. The last line is my favorite. It ties in the title of the fiction and gives a completeness. It also has the format of 2, 4, 6, 2 syllables - loosely speaking. }
Here's the current twitter fiction installments:
This road trip wasn't her idea. It was her dead mothers last wish. The Urn with her ashes glared at her from the back seat.
Where are protocols for taking a road trip with your mothers ashes? Does she ride in trunk, shotgun or belted in child's car seat?
Starbuck cup with brown foam. Sign marker for 405 Freeway. Nothing on the radio. Why mom do we need to do this?
#sixwords Tired Tears Tacos Terror Temp Test
A missed exit. A missed thought. A missed chance. I sit on the side of the freeway and cry, the cars howling by. A boxed life waits.
the tears gone. The traffic gone. The night gone. Now we are here but no where, alone forever.
#threewords Can't Say Goodbye
The desert day is hot. The night cool. We watch the heavens. Heavens watch us. No hurry to watch the ashes dance home.
Stars swirl. We expand and grow. BANG you laugh, so quick, last. Road trip.
{Editing notes: This wasn't the best flash fiction I have done but I did like some of the technical aspects of it. With only 164 words, it is definitely in the micro fiction category and as such, it left out a lot of detail. For example, when I wrote it, I thought the main character was a women but since I never stated that in the story, it was not defined. I liked that better. The piece had some poetic forms embedded in the short prose. I used the twitterverse forms of #threewords and #sixwords to give some pause in the fiction for more emotional punch. I also used short sentences throughout for the same effect. There was a lot of repetition in the words for more free verse effect, like in "missed exit, missed thought, missed exit". To give me a feeling or tone for the fiction, I read some of the poems of Charles Bukowski who always seems depressed or pissed off about life. I don't know if I conveyed his affect in this piece or not. The last line is my favorite. It ties in the title of the fiction and gives a completeness. It also has the format of 2, 4, 6, 2 syllables - loosely speaking. }
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
My Homage to National Poetry Month: Alphabetical Alliteration
April is National Poetry Month and while I never write all I want to write, it does inspire more to do something creative and interesting. This year, I choose an exercise called "Alphabetical Alliteration." I have done it in 3 word lines for each letter of the alphabet and posted it on my 140FlashFiction twitter account. You can read more there...
Audible apple anger #threewords #3words
Big blue bannana
Crying crooked cooks
Deranged dueling ducks
Easy eating eagles
Fiery futile fun
Green genie giant
Healthy holy hippees
Instant idiot igloos
Jumping jealous jitters
Keen Kicking kettles
Little lightning lips
Monkey match man
Naked nacho ninjas
Oblong orange orangutans
Pickle pinhead people
Quiet quixotic queens
Righteous red riots
Silly sinister sisters
Tenacious tentacle taunts
Ugly uncle unctions
Whimsicle willow wishes
eXalted Xray eXits
Yellow yapping younglings
Zero Zebra Zen
Ok, I cheated a bit on the X's. What would you suggest?
Audible apple anger #threewords #3words
Big blue bannana
Crying crooked cooks
Deranged dueling ducks
Easy eating eagles
Fiery futile fun
Green genie giant
Healthy holy hippees
Instant idiot igloos
Jumping jealous jitters
Keen Kicking kettles
Little lightning lips
Monkey match man
Naked nacho ninjas
Oblong orange orangutans
Pickle pinhead people
Quiet quixotic queens
Righteous red riots
Silly sinister sisters
Tenacious tentacle taunts
Ugly uncle unctions
Whimsicle willow wishes
eXalted Xray eXits
Yellow yapping younglings
Zero Zebra Zen
Ok, I cheated a bit on the X's. What would you suggest?
Monday, April 11, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
What does "Spring" mean to you?
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IMG_20110401_144733
Originally uploaded by rehuxley
I created this interactive wall at the clinic where I work to engage families about the meaning of "spring" to them. Parents and children can share personal meanings, write words of a song, make a picture or write a poem.
IMG_20110401_144733
Originally uploaded by rehuxley
I created this interactive wall at the clinic where I work to engage families about the meaning of "spring" to them. Parents and children can share personal meanings, write words of a song, make a picture or write a poem.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Spoken Work Poetry - Project V.O.I.C.E.
Project V.O.I.C.E. - Spoken Word Poetry by Sarah Kay on T.E.D.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Collage Card: Unusual Art
Collage Card: Unusual Art
Originally uploaded by rehuxley
I haven't posted in a while but that doesn't mean I haven't been busy doing art. Here's some of my lastest collage creations. click the picture to see more...
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
collage blogs
Here's some great collage artist blogs to follow...
http://laughingshed.blogspot.com/
http://fishyfarts.blogspot.com/
http://curiosthings.blogspot.com/
http://fantasyrooms.blogspot.com/
http://laughingshed.blogspot.com/
http://fishyfarts.blogspot.com/
http://curiosthings.blogspot.com/
http://fantasyrooms.blogspot.com/
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