BennyWaiting for PersephoneWaiting for Persephone, (2018)
Ink on paper 32" x 32" I love the spring. I love that it is wet and muddy. I love that smells like the earth. Where I am from, the trees bud before the crocuses. First the ash, then the oaks and the maples. By time it's the end of March, the tulips poke their heads out of the soil and start to look for the wild daffodils that linger near the woods. And Demeter waits for Persephone to come home.
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MiaAnne of the TreesThe envious peach tree watched the nut produce great quantities so she resolved to do the same. “No one out does me.” When the harvest came her children did abound, which caused her roots to snap and broke her to the ground.
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Sometime a Animation Can Say It a Little Better
La Benedizione della Studio |
Never Trust a Nut |
Blessing the houses on easter eve day
through out the parish he sprinkled away The priest stumbled in a studio door where an artist was painting moments before. He splattered the water all over the room when artist returned and stated to fume. “What the hell are you doing? “You uncultured jerk.” “Who gave you the right to alter my work?” “You should be grateful,” the old priest complained “I did you some good" Now go do the same.” “No,” with a pause “I expect better" The Lord was quite clear right down to the letter.” “Good deeds done on earth The almighty has told will be rewarded above one hundred fold. “ The priest turned around, headed straight for the door. The artist ascended to where he was before. And picked up a bucket filled to the rim pour it from the window and soaked priest to the brim. “Here’s my gratuito just like you asked for the lifes you ruined from the water you blast.” I think that the priest blessed the artist that day who was cursed with bad painting that were best washed away Crisafulli - |
Carried high above the trees the nut slipped from the moral grip of a bird’s beak.
whooish it fell clunck- pop it hit and landed between to two ancient bricks the little nut prayed a little nuts prayer to the wall that cradled and held him there. My Lord, my savior your bells has god’s grace your walls high and thick let me stay in this place. Protect me and keep me from the fat ground below from the fallen leaves and the harbinger hoe I vow to you, please spare me this doom and content until death I shall live in this room. Moved by compassion Wall said OK where young nut has fallen young nut can stay. In a short time the nut split in two his roots snaked the walls and weakened it glue. His shoots shot right out of that little hole and covered the bell who’s praises he tolled. The nuts twisted roots grew thicker and tore at each ancient stone from the wall where it bore. Stricken with grief Wall bewailed it’s state and soon fell apart for it was too late. Crisafulli - |