Her Name is Love(c) Singleton 2009
They glanced down,
quietly barefooting around me,
a parade of strangers passing the motel door,
nodding....
and every now and then
someone would whisper,
a butterfly talking to the wind,
"What's her name?"
And I would smile and say "Love"....
the colors spilling and splashing,
lines going up and down
in lazy circles with the sounds of
the sea,
and laughter,
and sudden commotion....
Everyone thought I was drawing
in make-believe,
but I wasn't....
I was coloring the face in the
cool blue Ocean puddle....
the mermaid in the bottomless mirror....
And her name is Love....
8 1/2 by 11. Colored pencils, markers and ink on salty cardstock.
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6 comments:
Her name is Love...
and as you sat, knees to your chin, with her at your feet...
everyone found themselves attracted to her...
wanting to dip into her colors...
and no-one could deny her lure...
she is LoVe.
Ahhh, sweetsister....and there at the Sea....they all saw a different face in the mirror....A tattoo, a faerie, a mermaid, "someone" they'd seen before.....And as they looked around...trying to find her name in the crowd, I smiled. Her name is Love....
holy bananas i'm in love with your art, its fucking beautiful<3333
Smiling...
I can't begin to tell you how much your words meant to me tonight...
accidently found...
and needed...
And today,
your name is Love!
Love this!
Renee...you are the Love! Can I tell you that your artwork stops me in my tracks...here in my own home. I feel so blessed!
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