Big Brown Eyes

Ah, back when my son was little, and each daily word and thought was ‘mom-ish’

Ghost Guns; Homage To Jacob Marley

Sculpture no.10 – finally finished! Many, many pieces to mold when you’re attempting to create a ghost horse dragging a palette of random bones and skulls to the boneyard…

I call this piece – Ghost Guns; Homage to Jacob Marley.
The horse is named Gilpin in tribute to my favorite poetess, Laura Gilpin
This sculpt was created with air dry clay, she weighs in at 20 pounds, 2 ft long, 1 1/2 ft high, 1 1/2 ft across

I hope you’re managing the days…

am:)

Sculpt no.9 – Major Tom aka Hank-Olin

Sculpt no.9 – it seems I’ve entered my love-of-Bowie phase late in life. During Major Tom’s aka Hank-Olin’s creation, the best of Bowie rocked my studio. (this sculpt stands at 22 inches tall and weighs approx 18 pounds – Hank is weightless in space of course)

Hank-Olin is near to my heart ❤️ He needs care and love – as he is sweet and kind. He’s concerned over earth’s fate, so he has tethered our precious blue marble to his space mitt. He’ll hold on as long as possible…

If you’re ever in the area and you’ve not been yet, the UFO Fair in Pine Bush, NY, is a gas.
Saturday, June 7th, 10am to 4 pm. Rain date – June 8th. May the fun be with you👽

Onward and upward we all spin on this crazy blue marble!

am:)

Jasper The Mad Jester – Sculpt no.8

Jasper the Mad Jester & Universal Clown makes sculpt no. 8 for me. What a clay quest I’ve been on – each character brings their own set of unique challenges. Learning as I go – each trip takes my mind away from the real world. Jasper is 12″ tall from boot to tip of hat.

Jasper dances and sprinkles stars through many universes. When in our galaxy, he enjoys dangling the moon and placing a gold ‘disco’ boot upon the earth to quietly remind – the joke is on us – as we sometimes think we’re quite grand – we control nothing at all – the universe will always have the upper hand.

I hope you’re managing through this mess we’re in…
am:)

Why We Help One Another

going backwards ain’t how growin’ goes

blue grass blew up under there, landed there, over there
you see, look here bled blue on this over here
so they sang over there, banjo’d blues ‘round those mountains
got a banjo too, but no bluegrass livin’ in these olive eyes
listen here, do you hear the weary sky humming da blues
below her womb, flesh ‘n bone spawning bitter gods
swelling wellsprings of madness
manic rivers drying, warm water shattering man-walls
cause he be screwing the planet ‘n mother earth be pissed

don’t we know, going backwards ain’t how growing goes

great grandpapa’s mighty oak just felled by climbing fire
man ‘n his man-guns knocking things ‘neath blue-blue sky
no seed sown with lead, no gilded heart embraces love 
listen here, do you hear the weary sky, how she hums da blues
she be blue, oh, so blue hummin’ above —
this mankind of ours screeching and scratching below

don’t we know, going backwards ain’t how growing goes


this piece inspired by a newly black-topped parking lot
here’s to looking up at the sky – still blue – still lovely
am:)

Reconstruction Writing from My Kitchen Sink


Long ago, I began what I affectionately titled my ‘kitchen-sinking file’
an ever-growing repository to hold my murdered darlings —
the words I couldn’t jettison into the infinite, all-powerful,
sometimes destructive, and often just downright crappy
void of invisible voices

For this first short reconstructed piece, I wanted an environmental theme — Though the merged thoughts are depressing, this was an enjoyable exercise to do. I hope to create a few more of these pieces in the future.

Reconstruction 1:

NATURE VS US
we seem to be fighting against her

only one of us can emerge victorious

I.
while we busy ourselves engraving our legacies into granite
the concrete angel arms waiting for our bones fade away
beneath the ebb and flow of our disbelief

II.
DELETED as we delete the things we detest

III.
beyond the horizon, where the hot lands submerge
he rolls his great mane to rest upon the blackened grass south of the Sahara
      the great space around him vanishing as he sleeps

IV.
slipping and whipping down the burning slide
saddled to a cement slab in sun dried: Any Town,
Earth County
ZipZapped000

V.
obfuscators of earth’s guardianship whose clasped hands grip limitless wealth
      (go ahead, toss those deposit boxes and time capsules into the rising sea)

…and they tossed their wishing well coins

VI.
sometimes our beasts go silent
sometimes our beasts escape
most often they starve to death
despite their accumulated knowledge

VII.
long ago, a pregnant virgin cradled my childhood faith

VIII.
I must remember skating on Papa’s ice pond, and I must always pray for spring

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captured footnote: X——-X
entry: byte.non–f (fire drive destroyed 2025/alt recovery file cap 219) 5Z 7K 24X: date doc//
October of the 6th route//2030
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archive:context txtvolume79033cvx130..:///Rational science had been crushed beneath the Mad Believers (4fT99)//and those by their side squatted on the world… during this period, fear and hate thrived and love un-lived
Entry200060002324//eventually The Mad Belief (ipsumibidMXCII1112) was forgotten ///recollected during nature’s self-purge/mankind no longer present… ———- end entry…datapoint…X
recording 54567 —–someone screaming on the floating island
collect years, savaged roots, where are you all???end transmis
/’’’tend the children well/’’’’’ they begged, sow seeds, plant saplings
you there – apologize for unsalvageable soil. unusable water
earth’s clock solar-powered
no backup
no backward
angels’ concrete dissolved

Hi there,
How I wish there was more love flooding the world rather than tidal waves.
Nonetheless, I’ve anchored the drywall in warm hues.
(Blue DragonUmp latex satin too depressing)
Here’s a brush of autumn color for your chilled porch.

artwork created a few years back, updated recently (snake & squirrel created with Prisma & watercolor marker, snake background created with Canva/fun program:))

Fierce Joy

May fierce joy, love and peace embrace us all this holiday season❤️
holidragon
I bring this lovely lady back every Christmas. She adores the holidays!
A warm Merry to all🌲❤️🌟
AnnMarie:)

I am stone

The lady you see in the background was a sculpture I created way, way back, my junior year of high school. I was ever the wilful child turned into obstinate teen and did not take direction well. My art teacher warned me of clay thicknesses. I didn’t listen. The sculpt, 3 feet in length, did not live long. All that remains of her – a few photos that I treasure as a reminder- there is always more to learn from others – listen well and learn – always learn

corkscrewed