11/22/10
11/13/10
11/10/10
11/9/10
A poem by Sean Yeaton
we relied on humidity to quench our thirst at night
drinking sweat was our private thing.
afterall
how many love stories have a scene in paris
on a balcony
two lovers
each behind a cigarette
and in front of god
already?
11/8/10
11/4/10
Ode to Grandma Beverly.
http://www.kateworum.com/flash.html
Long ago, when I was a little 5-year-old, I was exploring around in the woods up at my cabin. Picking flowers and such. I decided to go lay down in the bunk house at the top of the hill, but instead was greeted by my topless grandmother who was mid change. Her eyes lit up like a Broadway singer stretching out a dying breath of air. She was just as frightened as I was. Here is my first little animation inspired by that revealing experience. God love ya, Bev.
Long ago, when I was a little 5-year-old, I was exploring around in the woods up at my cabin. Picking flowers and such. I decided to go lay down in the bunk house at the top of the hill, but instead was greeted by my topless grandmother who was mid change. Her eyes lit up like a Broadway singer stretching out a dying breath of air. She was just as frightened as I was. Here is my first little animation inspired by that revealing experience. God love ya, Bev.
Let's grab our bikinis and run for the hills!
© Jenavieve Belair
Day dreaming of far away lands this morning!
11/3/10
11/2/10
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