from City of Loss  This is how you sew a button: First, put a bullet in the chamber, dumb-dumb it afore for better effect; second, scream into a February wind as if your mother were dead and that somehow mattered to you; third, from City of Loss  When it’s cold, you build a fire, bundle […]
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Azimuth Sundials, moon dials, with these at least I feel at ease, calibrated as I am to east of one, west of the other. My parents and false sisters unseen since my wanderings began, I take bearings only from the arc of horizon. In slavery, I suffer the scourges wielded by Worry and Sorrow, the […]
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This artwork is one of my latest works. The work explores the interaction between the painterly watercolor medium and collage. The collaged photos are my own photography taken from walks in parks and within the woods. The work in a series titled “Green Daze” intersects the connectivity of art and the environment emphasizing the importance […]
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draws buildings, influences one small person, makes things from torn pieces
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jumieges is a painting upon a painting / scraped out and replaced / bayeux tapestry on ghost / girl awkward / dead king & yellow god all red spun on garbage wood JW Summerisle lives in the English East Midlands. Their poetry & artwork can be found in Catatonic Daughters, The Madrigal, SAND, & Re-Side. […]
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“Inside Outside Mixed Media Series” In these mixed media pieces that combine my love of painting and construction, I aimed to go beyond my signature painterly strokes and meld together the world of painting and 3D elements of collage. These are my latest works of art, made around mid July 2021. In these works, I challenged […]
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Alive (En Banco Plato) Our boat is sunk, and I can see no other survivors. Silt falls a long while to the wreck and the bleached reef. Skua circle. Beyond the sky a concussion of sun. At every compass point unmapped cliffs, deserted wellshaft crumbling in — stormdark clouds. Visions come; I recline in half […]
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Mundane Things That Immediately Make Me Think of a Specific Dead Person washing my hair over the edge of the bath • orange squash • doing the crossword • unscrewing / emptying / refilling a hot water bottle • stripping the bed & putting on fresh covers • rope • inspecting my scalp for grey hairs • snow • poaching eggs • denim […]
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