I would like to disappear,
Run away and not be found,
Seeking a life more profound,
Something noble to revere.
I need to get away from here,
To get my boots upon the ground.
I would like to disappear,
Run away and not be found.
Travel this cryptic sphere,
Chasing sunsets westbound,
Pursuing something more profound.
To unearth a new frontier,
I would like to disappear.
Photography: http://fav.me/d8xglmt
ArtPrize 2014 has arrived, and brought with it summer-like weather! I was supposed to be working on my blog re-design yesterday. Instead the warmer temperatures and a blazing ball of sunshine beckoned me outside. Lucky for me, my entire city is currently an art exhibit. It was truly an incredible day.
It’s difficult not to share every single photo I took yesterday. If you’re not familiar with ArtPrize, you can read about it here. The more you learn about it, the more you’re going to want to plan an early autumn trip to Grand Rapids. This isn’t just another local art contest. Artists from all over the world converge on the city of Grand Rapids for 3 weeks. The public gets a say in the voting. There are sculptures in the park, statues on the streets, murals on buildings, installations in the river, musical entries, and even a burlesque show titled ArtPrize, The Musical. It’s a spectacle.
I shared the featured photo above on Twitter last night. That particular exhibit has received quite a lot of buzz, with good reason. I had to see it twice yesterday. I hope to see it again before it’s gone. I don’t know how, but I got a few seconds alone with “Intersections” by Anila Quayyum Agha last night. My husband snapped a photo of me gazing upon it in awe. The cube that seems suspended in midair is carved from wood. The light on the inside casts intricate shadows all over the installation space. This piece has a room all to itself inside the Grand Rapids Art Museum.
I saw hundreds of pieces of art yesterday. There are about 1,000 more to see. I won’t be bored anytime over the next couple of weeks. Oh, and while I was out in search of entries, I stumbled upon a park I haven’t visited in nearly 20 years. Since it’s less than a mile from my house, I really can’t say why I haven’t been there. I forgot about it I guess. The view of the city from that park is stunning. In a couple of weeks, all of the trees in this picture will be splattered in reds, oranges and yellows. I will be back for that for sure.
Here is the featured photo again. If you want to see all of the intricacy in larger detail, just click on it to open it up:
Good luck to all of my magically creative friends who have entries this year! I can’t wait to stop by and admire your talent!
Renovations are in progress! The time has come to make a major overhaul on the appearance and functionality of my blog. I loved the Dusk til Dawn theme, still do. However, it best served me back when the blog had little content. It is not the most efficient layout now that I have been around a while.
My goal is to maintain the simplistic aesthetic while adding easier navigation, better formatting on phones & tablets, and a more professional presence. All of my existing content is available during construction, of course. However, I expect there to be a fair amount of trial and error during this process, so it may be a few days before I put up a new post. Please bear with me.
In addition to navigation and format, I want to improve my blog so I can include additional information. I will still post poetry, short stories, photography, and novel tidbits. I am also building an area into the site for an interactive glossary. There will be more on that soon.
Thank you for your patience while I tinker around. If you have any suggestions or feedback regarding the new layout, by all means, leave a comment. I could use all the help I can get. As always, thank you for following & reading. I hope when the dust settles, it is an even better experience for all.
The contralto croak of honking horns,
And a gurgling gush of sinuous sewers.
Warbling whistle of crude catcalls,
And trill tunes of metal meeting metal.
A shrill shriek of broken belts,
And gridlock’s growl in a concrete copse.
Fiercely feral, the savage city.
Photography: http://fav.me/d8xgnat
Come stay with us, we’ll take good care.
There’s no reason to stay elsewhere.
Check into the Blue Spruce Motel;
We’re so fond of our clientele.
Once they have entered, so few dare
To ever leave their cozy lair.
They’re helplessly under our spell,
Come stay with us…
Wake up here from your dark nightmare.
We take great joy in your despair.
We’re far off, go ahead and yell,
For no one hears your screams in hell.
We keep the guests that we ensnare.
Come stay with us…
Photography: http://fav.me/d8xih1y
Carrie Mayhem 