Wuthering Heights

I am finally done! After much of walking away from it angry, thinking it looks like crap, to walking back to it thinking it still looks like crap. I decided to post it. It consists of three peices, that are to be hung next to each other horizontal. There are excerpts from the book, from both Catherine and Heathcliff, that have been cut up into three parts for the collection to work. Like I said, here it is, and I hope it doesn't still look like crap.

Together

Separate

Wuthering Heights #1

Wuthering Heights #2

Wuthering Heights #3

I am nervous about the reception of this one a little. ....sigh

Macaroon Adventure

It was Friday so me and my friend Chris went out to lunch and planned to paint in his garage "art studio" like we do every Friday. I warned him that I wanted to go on a macaroon adventure. I had a doctors appointment on Thursday, and once in awhile, I realize something like "Hey. I've seen pictures of that confectionary, but have not tried that." Then I have this crazy drive to try it that day. One day, it was creme brulee, and that was a good day. So, I knew macaroons were a good idea. I always saw pictures of these pretty cakes, and of course, went to my local well known bakery. Wouldn't you know it?........they were out. Crushed, I got a Cuban meat pie and sulked. But, then I realized there is a fine foods store in the rich part of town that I could try. Yes, that would be it! Thus, I made Chris take me to that store, and low and behold, (not fresh baked :/ ), but frozen macaroons that you could thaw out in 20 minutes in room temperature. There were 12, and were flavors chocolate, vanilla, raspberry, and pistachio. We went to lunch, and let them thaw out in the car while we ate. When we got back in, I tasted little soft cookie goodies of heaven. Chris decided that the somewhat dreaded "macaroon adventure," wasn't such a bad idea after all. So, Home Depot, here we come to buy wood. Long story short, a large chuck of very heavy lumber fell on my left foot. My little toe is broken, and that side is swollen and not pretty colors. I limped back over to Chris', and worked more on my Wuthering Heights peice. Had pizza with my husband, and came home. My day was weird. And, me and my friends ate a whole box of macaroons. I guess that makes it not that bad.


Note* (how I wish these were the ones that I ate.) The REAL FRENCH macaroons pictured above I found on a google image search.

A new love

I have been writing poetry for some time now. I also have been known to draw with just plain ole' graphite. It seemed the only thing I was good at, and I was completely against the idea of painting. That is until one of my best friends, who has a studio in his garage, made me come over to try it. I instantly fell in love. I decided what better way to take the words that I love in books, poetry, film (an abstract), and make it concrete. The way I see it. After that day. I couldn't stop painting. I had kept a bunch of mom's old acrylic bottles that were still good, as well as paint brushes and start painting on blocks of wood. It was insane. I became addicted, and just couldn't stop. It was such an artistic release. What I wasn't getting from sketching out a photograph, feeling I am only making a copy of something already beautiful. Next thing you know, an inexpensive art table is in a corner of a room in my home, and I have accumulated a plethora of items to kindle my inspiration. It is so lovely.

Here are some of the paintings I have been working on below


This is the first that I worked on. The lyrics and mood are from Moby's song "When It's Cold I'd Like To Die." Sad, I know, but look up the song. It is gorgeous.


This is the second that I did. I had become very ill with depression, and my poems were dismal to say the least. This was based off one of those. I was worried that it just looked like Stephanie Mayer threw up, or something hanging in Hot Topic, which hurt me. But, now I have ignored the previous worries and just accepted, dammit, I like it, and I'm 28 and hate Twilight so there.
The poem is sadly about cutting.



I guess you could see that this was my first up lifting piece I did. The poem that it centers around is very personal and sweet. It reminds me of a macaroon.


I have to admit, I overexposed this picture to really get the meaning across via computer screen. The background is the Lagoon Nebula. This one isn't added to much like all of my other work. The poem is about my husband.

This piece was originally supposed to surround a poem about autumn, which is my favorite time of year. It end up being quite sad, with winter being very much full of death to a depressing height. I was disgusted with myself that it didn't turn out the way I wanted it, but then I realized that I loved it. It reminded me of Lars Von Trier's movie Melancholia (watch watch watch). The end of the poem reads "beauty before death," it fit so well, that I named it after the film.


This is a starting piece on a collection called Wuthering Heights. Need I say more? One of the beautiful stories. So dark, and so romantic. And I don't care what anyone says about the adaption that PBS made for masterpiece classics, Tom Hardy was in, and it was just too lush, and beautiful too hate. (yes, I have read the book and new about it BEFORE damn Twilight mentioned.) I finished this piece tonight. Hating it. But now It's starting to grow on me. I guess I won't like it til I have all the pieces together. Aww, Wuthering Heights, that book IS a whole poem. Thank you Emily B.

*note that all pictures were taken by me*

PLEASE, I CANNOT EXPRESS THIS ENOUGH. RESPECT MY ART AND DO NOT TAKE AS YOUR OWN. NOT EGOTISTICAL HERE, BUT SERIOUSLY.

Some of my art....

Here is just a little pic of some of my art pieces. I am currently addicted to painting and poetry. I have thrown these two loves together.

Hi

So this is my first post. Hmmmmm....nothing really special right now. I should be asleep.