Sunday, May 30, 2010


A thousand doors ago
when I was a lonely kid
in a big house with four
garages and it was summer
as long as I could remember,
I lay on the lawn at night,
clover wrinkling under me,
the wise stars bedding over me,
my mother's window a funnel
of yellow heat running out,
my father's window, half shut,
an eye where sleepers pass,
and the boards of the house
were smooth and white as wax
and probably a million leaves
sailed on their strange stalks
as tbe crickets ticked together
and I, in my brand new body,
which was not a woman's yet,
told the stars the questions
and thought God could really see
the heat and the painted light
elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight.

- Anne Sexton

making signs

Moroccan Rug

Jockum Nordstrom--2010

"Child of Nature" (watercolor, graphite, and collage on paper)

I wanna hold your hand

The Art of Hand-Painted Murals

UP THERE from The Ritual Project on Vimeo.


Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Camilla Engman

Laura Carlin Illustrations