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Make Art When You Have No More Words | Dissecting Muses
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Images and words from an ambidextrous brain. Hanging On By Fingertips →. Make Art When You Have No More Words. October 15, 2016. My name is Katherine. I make art and I make observations. This is my way of letting the world know the results of those efforts. I try, with every ounce of honesty in my heart, to make something that means something. View all posts by morvalor →. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Hanging On By Fingertips →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Immigrant Narrative | Dissecting Muses
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Images and words from an ambidextrous brain. Love as Arson (St. Lawrence). Bright Skeletons →. November 3, 2016. Home, sick and tired (funny how that can also mean angry, and it this case it does). I’m making more pencil drawings of guts.I think about how bodies and brains collapse. I wonder how long I can squeeze by in mine wearing old clothes and a bunch of dry shampoo, and swallowing whole pots of coffee. Muddy gasoline for an idling engine. View all posts by morvalor →. Bright Skeletons →. You are co...
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Hanging On By Fingertips | Dissecting Muses
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Images and words from an ambidextrous brain. Make Art When You Have No More Words. Love as Arson (St. Lawrence) →. Hanging On By Fingertips. October 22, 2016. My name is Katherine. I make art and I make observations. This is my way of letting the world know the results of those efforts. I try, with every ounce of honesty in my heart, to make something that means something. View all posts by morvalor →. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Make Art When You Have No More Words. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Patron | Dissecting Muses
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Images and words from an ambidextrous brain. The Cord and The Cannon. Make Art When You Have No More Words →. October 14, 2016. I am a small. I am a small. On your otherwise white walls. I am a Rube Goldberg machine. And you’ve kicked the first domino. I stare you down, darkly. I am an engineer of vengeance. We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it, I answer. View all posts by morvalor →. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. The Cord and The Cannon. Make Art When You Have No More Words →. Mysterious O...
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Love as Arson (St. Lawrence) | Dissecting Muses
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Images and words from an ambidextrous brain. Hanging On By Fingertips. Immigrant Narrative →. Love as Arson (St. Lawrence). October 30, 2016. My name is Katherine. I make art and I make observations. This is my way of letting the world know the results of those efforts. I try, with every ounce of honesty in my heart, to make something that means something. View all posts by morvalor →. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Hanging On By Fingertips. Immigrant Narrative →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Dissecting Muses | Images and words from an ambidextrous brain. | Page 2
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Images and words from an ambidextrous brain. Newer posts →. Make Art When You Have No More Words. October 15, 2016. October 15, 2016. October 14, 2016. I am a small. I am a small. On your otherwise white walls. I am a Rube Goldberg machine. And you’ve kicked the first domino. I stare you down, darkly. I am an engineer of vengeance. We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it, I answer. The Cord and The Cannon. September 16, 2016. Not as in relaxing. As in a bobbin. Rolling on the floor. Of the plot behind it.
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morvalor | Dissecting Muses
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Images and words from an ambidextrous brain. My name is Katherine. I make art and I make observations. This is my way of letting the world know the results of those efforts. I try, with every ounce of honesty in my heart, to make something that means something. January 23, 2017. My “Cup of Stars”. January 19, 2017. January 13, 2017. December 7, 2016. He takes my hand from across the table drawing little circles with his thumb upon my wrist bones hip bones carving out tomorrow’s marrow married, but ...
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Bright Skeletons | Dissecting Muses
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Images and words from an ambidextrous brain. Helen of Troy →. December 7, 2016. He takes my hand from across the table. Drawing little circles with his thumb. Upon my wrist bones. Married, but not to the idea. We are the bricks of catacombs. Stacked carefully in flesh cases. But time is an indifferent mason. Contented to leave us. For now, as raw material. And raw is all I can feel. Crawling out of my skin. I can feel my edges and parameters. My stiff mandible under muscle. I can feel my radius and reach.
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The Cord and The Cannon | Dissecting Muses
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Images and words from an ambidextrous brain. Even Satan Needs a Smoke Break. The Cord and The Cannon. September 16, 2016. Not as in relaxing. As in a bobbin. Rolling on the floor. Of the plot behind it. I need a starker string than that. A rope, tied to the trigger. I keep drawing and drawing now. I draw when I have nothing left to say. Drawing it towards me. My hands are full of charcoal-colored dust. I draw when I’ve run out of words. So, draw yours as well. And we’ll assess collateral damage. Mysterio...
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