Dirt and Devil-May-Care

This is my all time favourite photograph in my vast collection of old photos. It magically captures the feeling of flying sparks between these two!

It also inspired me to write a poem which then inspired a new piece (stay tuned) for my upcoming 2011 show called,
"When She Was Bad" where I will be showing work as well as poetry accompanying some of the pieces. I find writing can solidify a vision for a painting, and the reverse can be true too.

I will share this poem as a taste of what When She Was Bad will have to 'say' and what the painting might look like. Will post the results soon as I've already begun to put brush to board and have a handfull of used toy gun cap rings...hmmm. Enjoy...

Dirt and Devil-May-Care

When the sparks fly I am so good at being bad
The fireworks burst and I’m kicking up dust
Dirt and Devil-may-care and be damned

Strike the match and I am already in flames
The hiss of ignition and I’m burning alive
Turning sweat into steam and I swear to God

We had ‘Once upon a time’ then we jumped to the middle
Skimming, skipping, looking for the good parts
Caught up in pulp, we see truths in the fiction

What kind of salvation is on your tongue?
You lay a hand as you pass and I want to be saved
Feed me your body, and blood and a crust of bread

Words and winds and my fate is struck
The fireworks burst and I’m kicking up dust
Dirt and Devil-may-care and be damned

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