inside me

inside me
electric
i feel
so much
i feel
everything
deep
deeper
it’s all inside
me
the whole world
inside me
& i can feel
all of it.

i don’t know about you other ladies out there, but my ovulation rocks. will i miss it when it goes away? or is there something else out there in my crone years–a different electricity?

the more i open myself up to feel, the more i feel. it can be pretty awesome. i have noticed this pattern of feeling extra open & extra electric a couple of weeks after my period.
wow.
so now i have to figure out how to understand & accept this open & alive feeling without compromising myself. how to celebrate my fertility & not just give it away to someone else.
you know, unless i make a conscious decision to–instead of letting my ovaries do my thinking for me.
because as soon as i feel that electric feeling, i start looking for someplace to put it. and maybe i just need to hold onto it. harness it into my life, my art, my creations…so, like, instead of manifesting something in my uterus…i want to use that energy to manifest something in my art, in my day, in my world.

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archangel carl

so i made a comic.
do i want to be doing comics?
how can i incorporate everything i have learned from my ink stain experiment to my self-portrait adventure?
how do i make it all into one thing? maybe it can’t be one thing. maybe i have to keep making lots of things.
i love some of the self-portraits i did…but am not sure how to translate them to comic…but what else can i do with them?

i need a jiminy cricket…but one that gives advice on directions in art & life….

i kind of want to work again on “lizard brain” & definitely want to get back to “moses jones”….hmmm.
and now i’m going off in random directions with new comic ideas.

balance
direction
grace

fuck it. i’m going to go do some yoga.

psychotic plunking on a xylophone

i forgot what i wanted to say
or maybe i said it already?
poetry in my mind is gone
by the time i find a pen
pictures in my head
won’t translate to the paper
like all i can do
is fuck it up
trying to write
to draw
the magical music in my ear
but all i manage
is the psychotic plunking
of a xylophone
i’d be a genius
if i knew what i was
trying to
say.