Summer Hiatus!

I’ve been away, hanging with family and friends and enjoying the warm weather! I’ve been doodling a lot, and playing even more. Sooo, I’ve been doing ATC’s on the go. Here are a few that were claimed by a family member before I could sell them.

C. Mcquinn 2014

C. Mcquinn 2014

c. Mcquinn 2014

c. Mcquinn 2014

C. McQuinn 2014

C. McQuinn 2014

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“Innocent”

Innocent eyes
forever frozen
glassine diamonds
in noonday sun.

Innocent songs
forever silenced
musical genius
in noonday quelled.

Innocent joys
forever gone
bejeweled happiness
in noonday mourns.

Innocent childhood
forever gone
hope for the future
slaughtered
in noonday’s sun.

BSM
2014

“Flee”

The cry lingers
long after life
flees into night
ever to echo
to ricochet
in the soul
flees into night
the cry lingers

BSM
2014

“Desert Song”

The silence deafens
civilization’s melody gone
calm and silent
the dawn before the storm
hell-hot rages unfurled
sands run red screams
theirs, yours, mine
civilization’s melody gone
the silence deafens.

BSM
2014

Cicada Serenade

At sunset’s eve
the echo of war’s song
rata-tat-tat
ba-boom
distanct echos
surrounding all
night’s death song
in two-part harmony.

BSM
2013

Images of Me

I cannot be this image
this person you’ve painted me to be
I cannot be this image
of brave warrior woman
when inside my soul cries
I cannot be this image
of stoic adulthood laden with responsibility
when inside my soul longs to escape
I cannot be this image
anymore than I can be the tree in the forest
or the baby fawn playing in the meadow
I cannot be this image
this person you’ve painted me to be.

BSM
2014

Stolen art journal…

This past weekend, I attended an event with my family. Somehow, my art journal/sketchbook sprouted legs and went home with someone else against it’s free will. It’s really sucky, because if the person who took the book had only asked, I would have given them any or all of the sketches there. I just can’t believe the disrespect… and this, out of those who say they are family. Sigh…just goes to show that the one people you should be able to trust, you can’t.

So, I’m without a sketchbook/art journal at the moment. Which also means that I have to sit out this week, and maybe next week’s art therapy sessions for which a sketchbook/art journal is a requirement for attendance. I really enjoy this group and find it immensely helpful. sigh… feeling really, seriously discouraged at the moment.

Weekend for remembering…

There is just something about the silence of dawn at the national cemetery. Those few hours before the public enters, when the fog is just starting to raise from the earth and the tips of the stones are just poking up within it. It’s a sight, a spirit that just can’t quite be described. I only regret that I had neither my camera or sketchbook with me to capture the moment. Words alone fail. We were there early to get ready for the service.

An hour later, I stood with my adopted daughter while she waited to stand up and speak about her dear Father. She clutched his flag to her chest as if by doing so, she could feel him with her again. When she stood up and walked forward to place her Father’s flag beside the POW-MIA memorial, it was all I could do not to completely lose it. Then she began to speak about her Father and the example of living that he taught her and her brother and I saw the wise and wonderful young lady and warrior that she has become. Her words were so very profound and touched the hearts of everyone there. I am so damn proud of her.

This is Grim…

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This is Grim. Grim began his life with me as a lonely three leafed little breakoff out of a planter from my Mom’s funeral in 2012. I brought Grim home wrapped in a generic wet paper towel and then stuck him in a jar of water. He stayed there until one day I realized he’s sprouted a root. This root wound around the inside of the jar in a pretty little spiral. Then, after a few weeks of continually forgetting to water Grim, I invested in some of those expand ball things that hold water. It was hard to keep Grim’s “heads” above water, so to say. The balls were miraculous. Not only was my forgetfulness solved, but also Grim’s propensity for attempting suicide by drowning!

In honor of Valentine’s day 2013, I added a few drops of red food coloring to the water. The play of the green leaves against the red water and white root that still spiraled around the jar looked wild and crazy. Great! Then, I noticed one day that Grim had added another leaf to his stash…then a few months ago, I noticed another. I also noted that he’s added some more roots to his underwater entourage. Grim is thriving!

This year, I’m going to start replacing the waterballs with dirt…we’ll see how it goes.

Week #3- Feet painting progress

Week #3 – This week’s art therapy progress included deepening some of the colors, beginning to put in some background. My heart wants to sit down and crank this painting out…this waiting and only working for an hour or two a week is driving me nuts. Last week, I lost it and did some extra work, soooo this week, the therapist is keeping the painting until next week. So cruel!

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