Base relief clay face 2" long. mixed media glass eyes,vintage paper flowers and candy cigar. She is named after the song by Jack off Jill. Unfortunately my camera broke before I could get pictures of the finished piece.
Bile and frustration rise yet again . I told myself I would not feel, Stopper because its weak to cry or to complain. Because Id built myself a fortress of bone. Because I am brilliant and cream rises and there is karma and cake for the good. They say, at least ,those kindly paper figures.Working, working on endlessly on for something undefined.For things without reason.For dream boats without anchor, without puff cotton sail. But at the end self poisoned,bleeding close to the heart unable to fight ,defend or speak. Unable to stand. Except defeat, except the lot, live briefly in want,illness and despair, desire things beyond sight ,fade away so fast. Faster even than that. Die forgotten starving child, to feed vicious wolves in ther pink stockinette.
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I don't suffer from insanity. I enjoy every second of it!
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Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyways.
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I´m going slightly mad...
Hugs,
Rosanna