Under Lavender Skies

Sometimes i think the poetic words i say or think are poetic only to me And only when i am in one of my "every other Tuesday' poetic moods, when life and every dirty slug in it means something.  Like when a crushed can of beer is more than just trash and more like a sentence from the story of what occurred the night before. Just like when the song 'business' by Eminem is more than a song and actually the secret ingredient to the motivation juice that keeps my legs moving while I'm on a run (it's something about the beat idk). And the the creepy shirtless men i pass by are more than strangers and more like motivation to run faster, they're beings I'm used (in different forms) to that make the pain from my blisters (formed from four days of restless runs) vanish until the men streets behind.  So maybe it's all irrational, all slightly not there, like the beauty i find from the grubbiest parts of the world and in the letters that decorate e

 Hey all!  I turned this paper in yesterday.. I am not sure if this one was my best work, I got really tired with it and just ended up submitting it without reading over it again.  I mean I did work on it a lot don't get me wrong.  This essay is about ancient narrative art and how it can tell us about the culture and life of the time through the story depicted.  I discussed the Warka Vase (ca. 3300 BCE), the Judgement of Hunefer (ca.  1290-1275 BCE), and Achilles and Ajax Playing a Dice Game (ca. 540-530). Anyway!  As the title promised here is the last paragraph of the essay, not sure why but I kind of like it!  "Humans have been creating stories through art before the invention of writing.  Narrative art is extremely common in ancient times if you consider how many ways stories and tales can be told.  I learned a great deal just researching three styles and pieces and it made me realize how it doesn’t matter how much time has passed between now and ancient times, the need t

The Thing is   Ellen Bass to love life, to love it even  when you have no stomach for it  and everything you've held dear  crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,  your throat filled with the silt of it.  When grief sits with you, its tropical heat  thickening the air, heavy as water  more fit for gills than lungs;  when grief weights you like your own flesh  only more of it, an obesity of grief,  you think, How can a body withstand this?  Then you hold life like a face  between your palms, a plain face,  no charming smile, no violet eyes,  and you say, yes, I will take you  I will love you, again. ♡♡♡

For a long time my outlook on saying 'I love you' has been, save it. In other words don't overuse it or it will mean less when you say it to someone you really love vs. when you say it to someone because you really love the thing they just said or did. You're welcome for that run on sentence. I think my viewpoint has changed. For one, the phrase is just that, a phrase, it wasn't created in this world with an economic value that goes up or down depending on how much it is or isn't used. It doesn't work like that. I also believe telling someone you love them because you truly do love them, you love how they have existed and showed up in your life, is very distinct from the I love you to someone who did or said something awesome. Of course the two can overlap as well. Finally I think that we are at a place in the world where sharing and spreading love (didn't plan to get this cliché *eye roll*) is important. Don't be ashamed of telling someone t

MOON-RISE We walked contentedly along,  So at home in the night,  That when I saw a cozy, yellow moon  Reflected in a warm and shallow pool,  It seemed the comfortable lamp on my table  Mirrored in my cup of tea. ♡♡♡

Pretty soon it will be a month since my last post.. I am not sure that anyone reads my posts but I still like, or at one point liked, making them.  I've been really busy and stressed with school recently so my weekly posts have been pushed to the side.  Here's my plan: I have acquired many poms that I adore and find beautiful that remind me about the beauty of life.  For the next four to six weeks I will post a poem on here as well as on my Instagram.  I hope that you like reading a possibly new poem or receiving a reminder that life can be beautiful as well.    In Passing How swiftly the strained honey  of afternoon light  flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off  its special mystery  in order to break into blossom: as if what exists, exists  so that it can be lost  and become precious Lisel Mueller ♡♡♡

Because my being enamored with the sky hasn't ended since creating this blog, here's another poem about the sky enjoy it or don't but don't tell me if you don't. Have a GrEaT monday!  We are set under a blue sky, flying down the road late to work at least it's nice outside on a bright new morning but whether we are late or not we are set down to live  We are set down  under a black and navy sky to gaze up in wonder, to cry questions of confusion  but to hope Under a red, orange colored sky determined once again a gold, purple, blue, lavender sky  to get lost in the marvels of  the world in creation, in art, in ideas,  in all there is to be true and real  under lavender skies  abby m. 

Friends and foes, it's been a hot minute, my last post was on Jan. 3rd and a bit has changed.  I've noticed that there tends to be a period of time where I don't post when I go through a time of change or transition period of some sort.   Classes have started again. I have four classes this semester: Art History Survey (online), Composition II, Drawing 1, and French 1.  Here are my quick first week impressions.  Art history is interesting so far, we just finished going over the stone age and prehistoric art which is... old.  People really have been drawing for all of time, before they could explain why they wanted to draw, they drew.  This is a big part of art history, deciphering the people's why.  I also got a 10/10 on my first quiz!  My Comp II professor is... bizarre but a very interesting man I'll say that.  He has a doctorate and wrote his dissertation on stand up comedy.  That's what the class is about, humor and comedy, which is, as he says, such a unive

Happy New!  It's been awhile since I have posted anything, and I don't want to wait too long and stop entirely so I thought I would write a fun and simple post for you today about one my my favorite things, reading and books!   I would like to preface this by saying that comparison is an evil I would encourage you to avoid.  Everyone's lives are different so if 23 books (or 12 books!) is your goal for this entire year, that's fine and fantastic, and if you read far more than me, that's fine too.  Last year my goal was to read 65 books and I ended up reading 86.  This year my goal is going to be 85.  My life is really busy now and I don't know how much time I am going to have so I didn't wanna stretch my goal too much.    Now onward, here are 23 books I am hoping to read this year along with some rapid fire fun facts about the books:  1. Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree I got this books for Christmas!  It's high fantasy and supposedly very

I know some people who have said they vehemently hate social media. My Dad once said, and I quote, "social media is the root of all of your problems," well okay..  here are my thoughts.   I don't exactly agree, I believe social media is one of the many things that is bad for you in excess-and it's really easy to get to and past that point with it. I believe there's more to it though. Aside from using it too much and doing things like comparing yourself to someone else (bad) I think it can be a cool tool for artists or people wanting to share their craft (good). And that's what it seems like at first but, yet again, on the other side of it can be a distraction from what you'd really want to create. There is so much going on online, constantly people are posting things, really cool things often times but it can get confusing. It can be hard to remember to create what you really care about rather than trying what you find cool online, it migh

I am a busy gal and I haven't had time to write anything this week, though have lots in progress, but here's an oil painting I finished awhile ago. 

Happy Monday!   I'm a fan of making themed art, drawings that go along with a certain song or story. Originally this started out as practice for drawing people in interesting poses but I added the quote and color and I like how it turned out. 

Happy Monday and happy Halloween everybody!  This story doesn't really have to do with Halloween... but it's been awhile since I've posted a short story and I think this one is fun.  :)  I hope you like it.   The End of the World My clock stopped working. It was such a mundane, frustrating start to the day – a day that ended up being one of the strangest yet. I hit the clock a couple of times over the head but no rattling could snap it out of its stupor. It was a couple years old anyways, buying a new one wasn't the issue. What made me stop and late for work, was why? There seemed to be no logical reason for the clock to stop. It was plugged in, the extra emergency batteries were perfectly in place, and I knew the power hadn’t gone out because the time on the stove was ticking as normal. The clock was tired of ticking, I suppose that's the only answer though I can't be sure how logical, it's a lifeless object after all.  Being tired of ticking is a relatab

  As many of you might know, this semester I started taking classes at TCC (Tulsa community college), as an art major. So far it hasn't been too eventful, I am only in the basic drawing foundations class. Even yet I think I've learned bunches, a lot about proportions, shading, art elements, composition, and what generally makes a piece well done. Today I am going to be sharing something that sounds small but makes a large difference. And that is value (as you've probably gathered from the title) but also the contrast of and using a wide range of values. It's the final step of a "simple sketch" that can make it more than that. Even when drawing a still life...you can lie (essentially), though it's not called that, it's called taking artistic liberties. Here is an example using a drawing of my cat, sweet Mr. Edison. It's simple but I am using it because the idea of this post came from this drawing. I drew it in one sitting (I was really jus