Night Choir
Night choir,
Songstresses of the dark,
Serenade with your warm melodies.
Soothing screech,
Piercing hum,
Smooth vibrato,
Harmonize with the lights—
Twinkle, fade.
“Palestine,” acrylic, watercolor, & paper collage on paper, 2024
A visual commentary on the U. S. government’s involvement in the genocide of Palestinians 🍉
Untitled (warning: death, trauma response)
Dead horse, what have you done?
Traumatized into complacency,
Sat down,
Allowed to continue the charade.
Bloated carcass,
Needing to decompose
To nurture something—someone—anew.
acrylic & glitter on stretched canvas, 2018
Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints
Your art is amazing for learning how to stylize features! (It’s gorgeous regardless but I thought I’d share what I’ve gleaned from it.)
Don’t mind him being pastel. I color coded the steps haha.
Oh my goodness!! I LOVE this!!! Thank you so much, glad my art is helpful in some way! 🥰
Love
Touch me.
Caress me.
Shiver the dust from my bones
And patch the rusted holes of my organs.
Quell the drought of my valleys,
Ushering in the wildflowers and honeybees.
Breathe life back into this old clay
And make me whole again.
18 (warning: suicidal thoughts)
Blow out the candles, darling.
You might make it to 18.
After all the nights crying
Through gritted teeth.
After the day you thought
That if you killed yourself
Their lives would be more pleasing.
Congratulations, darling.
You’re almost 18.
after “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller (warning: violence)
Heliotropic soul who smells of spring.
Sunshine hair with gold-leafed summer irises,
Bright, shining from alabaster flesh.
Chiseled hands over carved wood,
Sinew-plucked strings.
They would never draw blood.
Winter is a minimalist,
Warmed by our roseate love,
Thawed anew.
"these flowers suit your hair so well"