Divinity stopped by and asked, "How long did that take?"
"A lifetime."
"Raw"-'s spark began some eight years gone. Pin down the date, and a liar I'll create. I only know its essence as words weaved, carved, burned until...until indeed.
Apparently, words have no deadlines, structure, requirements, boundaries. They come and go at whim. Like vomit or four-year-olds. I do not even understand that analogy - such are words.
Raw - I wrote it. It being the poem. I being this human form. How does one differentiate? Why would any one want to?
Ingredients: 3 pieces of tongue and groove pine, vague hours of lichtenberg processing & pyrography engraving, concrete stain pigmenting, acrylic and oil paint accents, 1 lost soul.
Wonder I do, the brave holding space for this piece in their life. Who are you, you clandestinely exposed, viciously unhealed, artfully underdone god/dess waife?
I die to know - but that would be sacrilege. Enough that you give space to my art.
For that, I am humbled.
Final finishing in Etsy listing.
Etsy listing coming October 31st, 2024. Join waiting list here, and please put Raw Waitlist in Subject: CONTACT
Thanks to all the Raw Ones and the overcooked ones too.
Namaste, Karen
