Starry Night Revisited

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In honor of the overwhelming artistic desires I’ve experienced the last couple days, I’ll share one of my favorite recent works. A night sky that I painted for one of my friends, this was actually a second attempt for the desired effect. The first took on a very different quality as a result of my experimental techniques with darker colors in the sky, and went instead to my stand partner. Now I am working on a panel etch for another close friend, based on her favorite bike trail. It, as well, will be my first attempt at a new style as my past etches have consisted solely of simple patterns and names. After this, I will continue the pursuit of new inspiration. If anyone has ideas or requests, feel free to share!

~Snots

Nostalgia: A Poem

Tranquility. Restlessness; mental racing; but peace.

A cool breeze presses into my body, tugging the mass of hair across my head and my face, then teasing the shorter, finer hairs all over my arms.

Art. Written; spoken; performed; and painted.

My acrylics wait in a corner, my violin rests under my feet. The paper for English awaits my attention while the seniors’ last concert mourns our new end.

Classmates in classes: I inhabit their rooms.

Dreaming of the summer, still waiting to come, we hope for good times; hope to rival past seasons.

My mind’s cadence quickens, the fan starts to move.
We oscillate as one, through space, time, and groove.
The fan is forgotten, my ties have been lost.
I long for vacation, though my friends are the cost:
For seniors are we, and this fall must we flee,
No longer as one, we’ll see all down under the sun.
We’ll spread ‘cross the earth, as past friends have done,
And I’ll take my pencil, my pen, my paintbrush and easel,
Then I’ll catch all the memories that squirm like a weasel.
I’ll visit each one and bask in its glory, before letting it free to join the whole story.

‘till then I wait, calm and collected, watching all time extend,
Past, present, future, all begin and then end.