Tricia at
Emperor of Ice Cream Cakes rocks my world. If I were a publisher, I'd beg for a book of her paintings based on lines from poems. Her
other art is brilliant, too. So's her writing. I've been a fan ever since she
proposed a party where everyone dresses as a line from Wallace Stevens.
Some examples:
a butcher, his cleaver hacked/into igneous lamb--Stuart Dybek, "The Volcano"
What about horses eaten by wind?--Wallace Stevens, "Parochial Theme"
The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn--Walt Whitman,
"A Woman Waits For Me"
1 comment:
No one's ever called it art before! Oh man, you flood me with sweetness.
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