
I found and lost myself inside of that night. Collage. Graphite, fountain ink, found objects. San Diego. December 9, 2013.
These collages are starting to need a change of byline for SketchBloom: Art Therapy. Oh well;)
Above, a work in progress (and, darling aren’t we all?)..not sure which way it will go.
In the midst of nude painting to be done from memory (and I have started sketching, too bad the final product won’t be posted here), there’s been art and feelings on fire.
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In the quest for ASCII hearts ( yes, lots of hearts are needed ) I found these lovely images.

All credits to http://www.benjscott.com

The ascii art images above are from http://www.benjscott.com/artscii/. Click to be taken to his program.
This is a program called ASCIIART – which goes beyond recreating images in characters to delving into typography…and…this had me at hello.
I cannot wait to experiment with some black and white art.
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Also, a return to poetry, literature and tender music. Maybe a new poem will blossom soon…the ingredients are there once again.
Some quotes from a book I am finally finishing (quotes that became a poem): The Beautiful Ruins by Jess Walter.
Freedom and loneliness overlap, look in the mirror, my face, these words reversed.
Hearing his name caused him to turn back again
looking into her eyes was like standing by a door slightly ajar
how could you not push open the door
see what lay inside?
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And that door seemed to open a little.
and the glimpse he had beyond the door tortured him
he wanted to say more, to say everything on his mind, but he couldn’t.
It wasn’t a question of language.
He doubted the words existed in any language.
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He forced himself to look away from her then.
It was like prying a magnet off steel.
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It was as though, outside of that room, there could be such a thing as ‘right’ and ‘wrong’.
And then there was her.
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