Posted in Paint and ink, Poems

watercolor poems from my last week at the Sable Project | August 2016

visual representations of my physical body in watercolor | typewritten poem from the same day
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Posted in Paint and ink, Poems

wild child

oh to dance I breathe in the wild night air, the chill shivering down my insides till it fills me breathless I am moon child, buck naked, buck wild, wild child, running wild, barefoot for a while now, oh just to dance oh just to be alive.

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Posted in Feminism, Paint and ink

My Identity Spectrum

Hello lovely people,

Happy (belated) New Years! I’m working on new projects and new blog posts that will hopefully be up soon!

In the meantime, I wanted to share something that my friend Sara introduced me to.  An identity spectrum is a way to visually represent the where you fall on different spectrums.  She and I each made one tonight and it was a lot of fun!

Here is a picture of mine:
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And here is a picture of hers:

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You can come up with your own spectrums and put them down any way you want.  I’ll definitely be making another one in the future.

If you want to see how we heard about them, and/or get some inspiration for your own, here is a lovely video by Ashley Mardell: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycxZe6_4n6c
xoxo,
Zoë

Posted in Paint and ink, Poems

Splash

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“through the mud and puddles
of young love I have waded
and I find myself
on the other side, searching for
some sense or rhythm in
all of this madness
but find, instead of reason,
that I had only jumped in
puddles
So that when I find myself
moving upstream in this infinite river
I might keep my head above water.”
–Zoë N.

As part of a national poetry month project I am filling a sketchbook with short poems.  Some have water color or sketches to go along with them and some, like this one, have simply words.