Lord I can’t get me no happy, and there aint no need to try.
Lord I can’t get me no happy, and there aint no need to try.…
Swear one day I’m gonna break right down, and cry
You say you’ll love me til
i had this old aunt Gertrude
from times you’ve “fallen down the stairs”
take him back he says he cares…
…so what is left
still the violence…
I’ll be showing my new Abstract Art Prints at the Starbucks in Fremont for their Art Walk and for all of July.
Here are the details.
I’ll be there on Friday night and on Wednesday while in…
Lord , Lord, tho I may drown, can’t no one hold me down.
Lord ,Lord ,tho anit no one here to hear my words, can’t no on hold me down.…
You can’t hold me down, can’t keep me chained to my past, can’t ke
Skin so soft , hair flows freely.…
Hard ropy muscle that ripple from left to right when the body is in motion.
Harsh, brash and crude, heart of gold allowing love as sweet as nectar to flow as freel
I have been dreaming of my homeland, thick, lush, and green.…
I hear the sounds of bagpipes to them I haven’t seen.
I walk in my red kilt with socks high, white, and clean.
I’m free to dream of thing
set out on hoofin it then found the feets get weary so risk’d it
in the late nite traffic
downhill on a broken bike
see i went to the museum this a.m.
polite and such
then over to the articulation
March 14th… 6-9pm…
Georgetown Tile Works
Located in the historic Georgetown industrial arts district
5905 Airport Way South
Seattle Washington, 98108
( Just 5 blocks from the Seattle Design Center )
Wahoo!!! Time to roll out 2009 and celebrate and through shoes at the out going president!!! Celebrate with my new calender……
Buy my NEW Art Book between now and December 25th and receive 5 mini prints from the book! Wow! What a deal! That’s right, 5 mini prints all yours for buying just one copy of my Art Book Monito Hermo…
The post man walked up my driveway to reach the front porch steps. Spotting a long green thing next to me, quietly minding her own business by the way, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared.
It is my escape
From my daily rape…
smoke eyes searching
fractions of chords rise and dissipate
basket case savant
tilted staff to sky
glistening glissando majestic
shapeshifters translucent horns
Like a construction.
An assemblage. A composition. A collage.
I am inside.
Gently immersed in the words, not inside a letter. The A !
Do you remember this voyage which led letters in let
Smart art is not only what we can see, but also what we can’t see…be smart…
I envisioned a scarriage, I was being married
“THEY”, the dark ones, were marrying me, I had no say in the matter…