wearing a dress of the dead, lipstick just a shade deeper than yesterday’s
wear, my hair is longer, eyes lined blue, mind sharp, i have never felt such cathexis
for a polyester blend, it is she in my memory choosing this white clutch, she reminding
me of such joy in life with each swish of the bell of such brightly flowered dress,
she decorating all of me and preening like a grave site of daisies in fresh morning spring.
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The memories are all we have sometimes, little reminders as dressed in flowers they are below.
The memories are all we have sometimes, little reminders as dressed in flowers they are below.
Thanks for reading Pat~ appreciate the note!
Thanks for reading Pat~ appreciate the note!
a dress of the dead…great opening image…there is a bit of surreality in this…all the detail is great…i like how it leads to joy, and then the grave of daisies…and spring which is usually the time of new life….really interesting contrasts in this..
a dress of the dead…great opening image…there is a bit of surreality in this…all the detail is great…i like how it leads to joy, and then the grave of daisies…and spring which is usually the time of new life….really interesting contrasts in this..
ah B~ yes… this was the point. the contrasts. the living and the dead, so closely entwined.
ah B~ yes… this was the point. the contrasts. the living and the dead, so closely entwined.
I'm left dancing with sugar skulls and wondering about your inspiration for this…fantastic piece, Jody! Loved it!
I'm left dancing with sugar skulls and wondering about your inspiration for this…fantastic piece, Jody! Loved it!
Yay!!! So glad you liked it!! Thank you- inspiration was true to form- I'm wearing the dress of a friend who passed away this year. It just came to me!
Yay!!! So glad you liked it!! Thank you- inspiration was true to form- I'm wearing the dress of a friend who passed away this year. It just came to me!