jan31::: not asking

not my picture....not my words....put them together: my art.


DISCLAIMER: i was uncomfortable having someone else's photo on my blog. so out of respect for the artist I removed it.

jan30::: tiger eye

the last one broke....so I had to make another.

jan29::: fly

jan28::: layla

jan27::: nothing something

jan26::: promise

jan25::: Writer's Hand

jan24::: seven

finally found a string thingy for my phone at the bookstore....but didn't like any of them. So I purchased one, took it apart and made one I liked.

jan23::: green yellow brown

look at what I found out how to do....

jan22:: enjoy

My new favorite thing to do is go through old poetry and old photos and find perfect matches....

jan21::: my boys

seriously...these guys right here...hold my heart.

jan20::: craft

I fell asleep early and thought I missed a day. Then I remembered I volunteered in my son's class yesterday and I made streamers for their maracas..... :)
i [heart] kid art.

jan19::: him&her

I don't make jewelery often, but I have been wanting to use these for a while....

yesterday I did mine, today I did his.

jan18::: out of you

how do you explain

how it pours out of you

how words spill through your fingers

like water

or do you not

explain

and just let it

wash your soul...

there are just some things you share

and others you let be witnessed.

jan17::: watermelon seed

there is such a magic to it all....
here is the whole set, but the one above is my fav.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/layla-eve/sets/72157625719817077/

jan16::: here there please

here i am raw and bare

here i am open and plain

here i go jumping and diving

here i stay in wonderment and confusion

here i am dazed and decisive

here is where i stay waiting and moving

here i go in this circle praying

here to there

there to

here

here is where my heart is

here is where you take it

there is

where

it wants to

be

.

.

.

take

me

please

jan15::: i do

i don't need it
but i do
i know i can survive without it
but don't want to
don't know how to ask
or if i even should
i don't really need it
but really
i do

jan14::: still

jan13::: redemption

jan12::: spotted year

jan11::: what is left

what is left to say
when all that is left
is felt
what is left to feel
after all has been shaken
i have no choice
but the calm
so what do i say to it
the one that is
forced
the clam that has
no choice
what do i do with it
to keep it
under
and not repressed
to keep it true
and not
bottled
how do i keep moving
and actually get
somewhere
calm

jan10::: faces

Today I created a set of pictures that are all edited, watermarked, resized, and ready to be on my new website :)

jan9::: daughter mother

jan8::: isee ifeels

jan7::: In His Hands

jan6::: open book

even an open book can only show a couple of pages at a time.

jan5::: un ing

i am unfriending, unfollowing, undoing, undergoing

the reorganizing, reordering, redoing

life art words pictures drawing handmaking

i just can't take seeing the same people everywhere i go

if this happened in real life i would be calling the cops

i have different sites i go to

too many for me to keep up with

they all hold different reasons

i cannot just keep connecting with hundreds of people

it is starting to freak me out

and becoming

overwhelming, overstimulating, overdone

jan4::: Simply Woman

jan3::: comfort

jan2::: loves words

loves words...

typed in books,

written by hand,

flying in the air,

sung in songs,

wispered in ears....

words are a power in their own,

simple breath with sound,

simple stroke of a pen....

jan1::: so what

so what do i write
when i want to expose
and hide
when i need to get this out my chest
and only plain simple telling words
can say
what
so what
do i say when i want to yell
and trying not to become
mute
what words are fitting
what sounds
frequent
just right
just true
just where do i put these
down nicely
when i really just want to throw them across the room
(exhale)
there
just words
right
so what
who cares
where they fall
as long as they are out
out
out
they need to be out
of my chest
drip through my fingers
to
the pages aren’t secret enough
the codes aren’t simple enough
the silence isn’t calming enough
the yelling isn’t clear
enough
so what
do i do
when
when my choices are
overexpose
or
disappear
remember
remembering
re
mem
ber
the prayers
of these
fingers
the memories
of this craving chest
re
members
the whole
whole
lota so whats
words
cravings
mutenesses
and yellings
needing to find the balance
of exploding
just right
to feelings
of
so what

eveART365

I will make a piece of art everyday for a year....

any kind of art,

from scribble on a paper,

to heart wrenching poems,

to pictures upon pictures.

I will share it all on here.

once a day.