A Glitch in Time- Painting

This was submitted into a "Dream Landscape" Contest. The task was to portray a dream/fantasy world using any medium you wish. This is a combination of the story "Crux" and a mixture of a few dreams about self-realization and spiritual planes.

"A Glitch in Time"

The Voice of a Murderer

All the frigid Sunday mornings

in the month of no-mercy

are avoided by everyone,

whipping, agitated sighs

lick my burning, porcelain eyes.

Ice sculpture trees line the path

of my journey and memories of fertile spring

prove powerless against a midnight blizzard.

The emptiness of my shelter and harshness

of nature kindles a small hole of grief

for all my buried loves,

making my black, lumpy blood

sink deeper into sullen, weathered veins.

But you see, on this wonderfully dreary Sunday

I rescued a furry tabby from the tundra

and when its’ owner came to collect--

naturally, I took her in,

on mutual grounds, of course

until I spiked her tea

and tied her to the chair

where she had willingly sat,

gagged and bound

in her puffy white coat.

The sweetest rubber boots

encasing her delicate feet

squealed as she wriggled,

dancing on four legs in the middle

of my dimly lit room.

I wasn’t going to keep her long,

just until the stake of loneliness stopped twisting

      but she never woke up.

Now, I am truly trapped in this winter

I’ve found a space buried in the corner of my shelter,

to hide away in a stiff-knee-huddle

until the ground thaws.

Remains of a Blurry Memory

I awoke to the rusted sun 

shining through a 6 foot tall window.

My eye lids struggled to stay shut, 

but were shrinking away from each other

as neurons jumped and revived.

A tall shadow crept in front of the rays 

melting away my catatonic state;

a dark figure makes itself known.

A crashing wave struck the back of my brain 

expanding down my nerves, 

preparing them for flight.

A lanky figure with an apologetic face,

matronly-built torso and full legs

which fade into black chiffon dust 

toward the floor

wedges itself between my curiosity and superstitions.  

I mentally shrunk into a crowded corner

where my fear of ghosts and mysterious figures reside.

I found my crying, shivering childhood self

cowering behind a memory 

of shadowy figures who quickly left 

after they knew they had been seen.

When I peek out, 
the faded woman casting her shadow over me

shows her soft, weathered face.

Unmistakable now, 

I’ve known her before, 

in a certain time and space.

Blinking uncontrollably to refresh the image

and rid the room of the familiar intruder, 

I watch her waft closer with open arms and tilted head.

To avoid showing my soul to this eidolon of my past 

I turn my heart away, 

she shrinks like a deflating balloon 

but continues to glide closer.

Her hands gently caress my shoulder and graze my knee.

Taking a hard, deep breathe 

I expel a demand with hopeful certainty

“You’re not real, you’re not here!”

And it was true.

She disappeared.

She came to comfort the inner cherub 

who felt more intensely abandoned than I 

would ever readily admit. 

In a strange way, I was happy to see her,

Its’ been almost a year since grandma passed away. 

Spring/Summer 2013- Fashion Institute of Technology

Fashion Institute of Technology 

Student Observation of the Runway for S/S-2013 

I have selected a collection of garments from the different runway recaps I have seen online which I personally think are the most creative, aesthetically current, and all around great designs.

 Carolina Herrara

 Diane Von  Fürstenberg

Donna Karan

GenArt

Herve Leger

 Three as Four

Tommy Hilfiger

Zac Posen

Christian Siriano

2012 Kait

NYC Street Art

I noticed this while walking through Chelsea the other day. Awesome stuff!

The Essence of a Home

123 Rumford Rd, as it was and ever shall be in my mind.