Much love for the What Cheer? Brigade, one of the best things about Providence.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Prints
New additions to drlperkins.com:
Bookmark. Drypoint print.
Danse Macabre. Linocut.
Illustration of Hugh Hothem poem:
Under the green evening the stars drip over the dimming horizon and stalactite city.
Over the table I whisper a conversation with the dead, their hollow esophagus's
and alabaster vertebrates throating silent breath. Dance, she whispers
like a grave song without a name.
I say, let's only lie to each other,
and we spill through the streets like wine,
so elegant and refined - her movement against mine,
cloth falling by waysides of ribs
while lying down in the blue lawn, our legs pass
coordinated as a dance and touching my neck
with the tips of your fingers shifting
into the frays of your essence.
In the night, you say, I can't tell if birds reorient destinies,
Or the stars take flight as angels sound oboe and conch shell
while men have waited all day to sit across the table
from women to talk about the duck and asparagus.
Over the table I whisper a conversation with the dead, their hollow esophagus's
and alabaster vertebrates throating silent breath. Dance, she whispers
like a grave song without a name.
I say, let's only lie to each other,
and we spill through the streets like wine,
so elegant and refined - her movement against mine,
cloth falling by waysides of ribs
while lying down in the blue lawn, our legs pass
coordinated as a dance and touching my neck
with the tips of your fingers shifting
into the frays of your essence.
In the night, you say, I can't tell if birds reorient destinies,
Or the stars take flight as angels sound oboe and conch shell
while men have waited all day to sit across the table
from women to talk about the duck and asparagus.
Ghost Ship. Linocut.
More info about my upcoming show at The Old Ambulance Depot soon.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Steve Jobs
“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”
Steve Jobs, 1955-2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
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