Friday, July 31, 2009

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Formaldehyde Mind Wagon

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Formaldehyde Mind Wagon

Calling all Stained Glassed Street Soldiers
Your ancestor's visions are dying with your limited sight.
Challenge Rigor Mortis or Dance with Him.
Your Bacchanal is not a band-aid for burdens
dragging you through carnival beams.
You must encounter the spirits of jump-up
and wear the masks of friends and enemies -
Before this:
Develop an inner vision addiction.

This 8 and 1/2" by 11" original oil pastel, pencil and ink painting is for sale here.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

The Plot

illustration, black and white, the plot, surreal, india ink

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Posing Peaches

Posing Peaches
pantomimes patience,
praying for persistence
in permanence
her spirit stuck and stationary
inside her standing statue
so that she surrenders and stays.

Saturday, July 11, 2009


All lonely artists need an inner entourage.

This mini colored pencil and ink original was created on the back of an old business card. Click here for purchasing information.


An orginal painting created with ink and pastels on the back of an old business card. Click here for purchasing information.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Thursday, July 9, 2009

A Serving of Cake

Sunday, July 5, 2009

The Inhuman House

'The Inhuman House' features prominently in the rise of stories. Characters from all over the streets, pages, paragraphs, corners, brothels, racetracks and alleyways of Storybook, gather here to share their experiences, visions and adventures within their respective tales. They walk the halls of this house with reverence, careful not to disturb the well trampled floors of this shelter or take a piece of fallen plaster as a memento or scrawl their names on its sooty walls. They leave the floors unmopped, the toilets unflushed, the beds unmade. Worst of all, they leave the windows and doors locked and shut to block out the pleas made by legions of Storytellers and Writers who try to enter and transport the Characters - before they are ready - into another body and another locale. Consequently, the Inhuman House cannot stand its residents - calling them divas and megalomaniacs - the voices that make up the structure of the house emanating from the cracks in the walls. These voices register to the Characters mostly as gibberish and grumbles, as they are only able to make out a word or two, here and there, like 'vagabonds, assholes, and storyshit.'

Excerpted from a work in progress, called, 'Storybook Uprising.'
Image and Words by Tiffany Osedra Miller