Author: goingofthings


I never write anymore and I really should because I love it. I had some weird heart flutter the other night while trying to sleep and that one stupid thing inspired an entire poem.

Medium: Watercolor

Text: Colorado

12:00 a.m. and I sit here

waiting for sleep to take me,

a fluttering bird in my throat

that urges me to cough

out all the monolithic insecurities

weighing down my scale.

I feel the primordial need

for you to say I am full of worth,

although even enunciated clearly –

each word bit off

at the chew –

I would not believe it.

On the obverse side of me

is the hippie, the quasi-Buddha,

the peacemaker in a saffron robe,

(a virulent tangerine,

the shade of new prescription bottles –

they say centuries ago

that color was chosen

because it was the only dye available) —

but I left her behind in Colorado.

I wonder what she is doing now.

-Lori Mears



Medium: Watercolor


Everything is changing, she said.

Do you see

how with each mistake

she is becoming.

Is it worth

waking up in the morning

to see what might happen?

My anger is sharp

and angular

like the edges of your body.

I find myself

overcome with jealousy.

The golden tea

and soft breathing of a

snoring dog

fade the envy green

to the comforting gray of overcast skies

and soft blue of

the lonely sea.

The rounded edges

of my insecurities

melt into the down of my pillow

as the dawn creeps in quietly.

It is worth

waking up in the morning

to see what might happen.

-Lori Mears

bones become dust, gold turns to rust.

Medium: Watercolor

Text: Say it like you mean it / Bones become dust / Gold turns to rust

I’d rather watch my kingdom fall / I want it all or not at all.
I got super into this so-bad-it’s-good show Reign.  And while I can’t recommend it past the fact that it helped distract me during a particular virulent bout of depression, the music from this show DID introduce me to a bunch of new musical artists.  Plus, the costumes… *diez*

last shadow box I’ll ever make.

So one of my cats died a few weeks ago very suddenly (he was relatively young and had just been for a checkup – but apparently sudden heart attacks are not terribly uncommon with Siamese) and I saw the idea of a shadow box memorial on Pinterest and was all like “dudddde I can totally do that sh*t!!”  Fun fact: I can, but only with a lot of cussing.  It looks pretty, but I’m honestly more stressed than when I began.  Last shadow box I’ll ever make.

Medium: Materials from hell.

sometimes we come last, but we did our best.

Medium: Pen & ink (Staedtler fineliner pens).

I have a very distinct memory of starting this over Christmas break while watching a new show (Reign – a terribly written and immature version of the Tudors yet somehow simultaneously addicting).  Which means it took me about 3 months to do.  As far as art projects go, that’s very speedy for me.  I need to slow it down and take it easy.