1 6 of swords
4 queen of swords
5 prince of cups
6 2 of staves
8 4 of staves
9 7 of cups
10 4 of cups
I think I’m going to redo the first 2 blocks. It’s just 2 blocks. No harm done. I just think they could be executed better. I could incorporate more mesoamerican style into them.
“It is the sky pulled over the back of cipactli and the earth monster herself. It is the ocean she swims in and the tzitzimitl that inhabit it”
You always told me and Chava
That you sheltered us from money problems and your troubled mind
What kind of shelters have you seen built?
How were they constructed?
What were they made of?
You made ours with a kitchen knife
That you pulled on your step father when he wouldn’t stop beating your brother
Made a roof of tiny clothes
That your mother told you to put on when you were 6 after you told her what he had done to you
I often wonder, did he ask you for forgiveness before or after he asked god? Did he at all?
You can hear this shelter from a mile away
It sounds like metal and glass crashing inside of wooden cabinets
Like bean sidhe screams and squawking moans
Like flared nostrils and jutting lips.
The shelter trembles at the sounds.
You did the best with what you had
and painted it all with red nail polish
Inside the shelter is a closet
photographs pasted on the walls
You looked so happy once
I dont think I’ve ever seen you that happy
Beside the photos is a pair of Minnetonka boots
You used to wear them when you rode bare back you told me
On a palomino, I forget his name.
When I was born and you saw my birthmark you called me your paint
This is how I know I came from a tender place
But how do you trust the tenderness of venom?
How do you feel safe in a shelter of sharp edges?
Maybe it wasn’t from us that you wanted to escape.
Mother said in the beginning there was only absolute truth. “Absolute Truth” she told me, “Is the reconciliation of opposites. That’s what Ometeotl is. Opposites. Contending forces, joining and separating back and forth. It was this weaving of consciousness in the womb of ometeotl that created Teotl. Eternal, all-pervading, sacred energy that makes up the cosmos and everything in it.”
First 2 pages of my woodblock comic project. I realized after the 1st page that I was NOT going to cut out all the words lol so Ill add the text later in photo shop.
DAYS FOR SCULPTURE: Monday, Wednesday, Friday
When glass class is over, start on loom.
DAYS FOR PRINTMAKING: Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday
Get 1 block (2 pages) of comic cut a week.
DAYS FOR WHATEVS: Saturday
June 7th - Apply for Xochiquezal residency
Write budget per diem and proposal for Mary Jo.
My friend Tiffany had a really awesome to do list. Im also going to try and apply to 3 shows a month.
Well I still need to print Teotl, and I have the loom to build.
but I need more inspiration.
I was driving through south Oklahoma City the other day, where I spent half of my life, past schools I went to and places I’ve lived and was thinking about how when we dont give a shit about the people of a location we dont make it pretty. Just functional. I want to put pretty up there. So some guerilla beautification is probably going to happen in the near future.
I think I want to make a comic.