The next time you see me
I will have changed,
Even if it is only a day
In between.
The next time you see me
My views of the world
Will have taken me
Down places that I may not
Even be able to explain.
The next time
you see me
Wish me well,
As I will you…
For you can never know
When the next time
You see me will
Be our last.
According to Wikipedia… An artist is : An artist is a person engaged in one or more of any of a broad spectrum of activities related to creating art, practicing the arts or demonstrating an art. The common usage in both everyday speech and academic discourse is a practitioner in the visual arts only.
I find myself so often considering whether or not I should use the title of artist. I know that I am an artist… But I feel like what I do doesn’t seem as good. Yes this is my anxiety talking. But part of the issue is art is truly subjective. I can look at a picture and feel like it is genius, and then you can look and see it as garbage. The same thing goes for any kind of art…. Paintings, poetry, yarnwork, music. With no baseline to measure the art against, is it really any wonder how many artists fail to have strong self esteem? Add the fact that you then are expected to, if you want to make a living from the art, find the way to sell these small expressions of your soul. It takes a huge amount of courage to even show another soul what you have done. Then deciding what you are worth? Bah I see it as nearly crippling.
by Millie Ho Netflix’s Luke Cage was an entertaining series, and it also helped me understand how to write better symbolism. Here’s a summary of my talking points. AVOID USING SUPERFICIAL SYMBOLISM In school, I was taught to reference existing works or mythologies if I was writing symbolism. For example, a guy who […]
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HELLO, dahlings! Welcome to another Fangirl Friday and this time, gracious me, my little shiny plumblossoms, we are graced by the presence of none other than Gail Carriger (hard “g” in Carriger), the award-winning and NYT bestselling author whose fabulously attired and deliciously quirky characters inhabit her paranormal steampunk universe.
I am a huge fan of her work not only because I dig steampunk but also because I love its tongue-in-cheekiness with regard to Victorian mores, AND amidst her panoply of characters are those who are LGBT+. They are beautifully wrought and eminently human (even those who are paranormal), and I find myself missing them when I finish one of her books.
Her bio puts it best: Miss Carriger’s novels are urbane fantasies mixed with steampunk comedies of manners.
And indeed, if you have not indulged in Carriger’s work, I am afraid your soul is lacking. But that’s quite all…
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I wrote it all down,
All the hate, anger,
All the pain, emotional drain.
I wrote in ink on paper,
As if that made it less real.
I included the ecstasy,
And all the joy.
Then I folded it as small
As I possibly could,
So it would take less space.
I hid it in a box,
Away in some forgotten place.
The paper keeps the memory
That I was unable to truly bear,
Stored away from having to care.
She flies throughout the silent night
Above the shimmering snow of white
Bedecked in the colors of Christmas glory
Spreading the news, her mistletoe story
Of lovers who wait in an aura of bliss
Hoping to steal that one special kiss
As she quickly drops her petals of green
Then quietly vanishes, contented, unseen
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You claim love equality,
With words that
match nothing
Of reality.
You still fail to understand,
I want nothing given from
A hesitant hand.
Tis not material
Items I desire,
Nor any attachments
Grand of wealth.
Reach for me just once
And tell me honestly,
That you are interested
To learn who I am,
Truthfully.
Parenting isn’t about
wealth or greed,
Or the material
That you can give.
Knowing one well,
Ignoring the other is
Just seriously unkind.
so this time of year it is so hard for many people. I often feel like it is the worst because of the expectations we are put under to be nice to people who we can’t stand the rest of the year. Or the fact that we are separate from the ones that we love and have no way to remedy this. Sometimes it is just the weather changes and the sickness that seems to linger about making it even more difficult to be social. I just wanted to reach out and say that you are not alone. If this is a difficult time for you, reach out. There is always someone who you matter too… Whether you know it or not. And in the holidays we some times forget about telling the ones around us how much we care. For some the inner voice is not a kind thing. Trust me when I say that you are not alone. ❤
Ok after a true butt load of soul searching… And research in to branding and such… I have decided that I will still do my children’s books and my poetry volumes under my given name (Patricia Harris) and I will be releasing my more adult stories and novellas as Serena Mossgraves.
If you are curious as to the world of Serena Mossgraves, her Facebook page is www.Facebook.com/serenitysfall
And her Twitter page is @serenitysfall
Please keep an eye out. Her first novella is expected to be released around valentines day.
Ok remember I said I was half mad….here is another slice of my mental world.
Pattimouse 