Jayne

Doors 3/8/2018

Paul Cézanne

Paul Cézanne was a post-impressionist painter born January 19th 1839 in France. Cézanne felt that art should go hand in hand with nature. In a letter to one of his pupils, Emile Zola, he says, ” But you know all the pictures painted inside, in the studio, will never be as good as the things doneContinue reading “Paul Cézanne”

Pure Stone

Originally posted on Baffy Basics:
*this is a poem I wrote during high school. Unfortunately, it’s still pretty relatable for me.* ? The depression inside won’t leave Death will not come, so I still breathe. I am weak; I don’t wish to fight. On the inside, nothing is right. Heart is so broken; life is…

Approval

Is this good Do you like it But do you really like it Idk how you could, it’s terrible -Saschia Johnson

Retractions

Here I sit with not one fake mother fucker in my face. I’ll humbly admit that there are some days I shift. I’ll suggest something I don’t agree with and when I become conscious of my falseness, I retract it as quickly as I can. It’s just much easier to be elsewhere in my mindContinue reading “Retractions”

Doors 3/2/2018

Artist Life

I need to know about the artist not the art. The art is great, but I prefer to learn the artist because for me that’s what makes the art. Please bare with me while I try and find a new book on the lives of artists and their art that I enjoy enough to writeContinue reading “Artist Life”

The Neighbors Cat

It’s a calico and stalks our yard with spiritual confidence Sometimes I lift the curtain to get a better view It freezes we eye each other And it’s quite entertaining Especially when I should be writing When it tires of our connection It disappears behind the bush that divides us. Tomorrow we may do the sameContinue reading “The Neighbors Cat”

Love notes

Love notes Encourage me To keep going Send more please.

Fishing

Mid sleep checklist incomplete Dreaming of writing this While skating and collecting snowflakes in my pocket I’m with my old boss looking for the next word It’s underneath the ice and as long as we keep moving they’ll appear Slowly we place these words one after the other What we build here makes complete senseContinue reading “Fishing”