Art Walkers

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

When I go out on my Art Walks, my favorite artwalk companion is my dog, Hamish Macbeth:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

I know that when most people go on Art Walks, cheese and wine are involved.

My idea of a an Art Walk is me grabbing Hamish’s leash and telling him, ” Come on Hamish, let’s go find us some art.”

Art, as you know is everywhere- it’s  in a weather worn fence, a carefully designed garden or a yard gone wild.

What I like about taking my art walks with that when I see art, Hamish doesn’t look at it and say, ” Gee, I don’t know if I’d call that art.”

He just looks at  it, sniffs it, licks it and walks away.

Art can be art and I can enjoy it, absorb it and take a picture.

It is what it is.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

This is the Art me and Hamish found this weekend. It’s sort of related to the art I found last weekend.

Here it is:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso "Dinosaur"

Photo: A.M. Moscoso
“Dinosaur”

Photo: A.M Moscoso " Abstract In Chalk"

Photo: A.M Moscoso
” Abstract In Chalk”

And this is my favorite:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso " The Warning "

Photo: A.M. Moscoso
” The Warning “

I felt like Indiana Jones, walking around this play field looking for Chalk art. When I found it I was pretty excited. Like I discovered something important before it disappeared.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is what I’ve learned about Art on my walks with Hamish Macbeth:

Art is everywhere and it’s in everything- you just have to be willing to let it happen in you head without telling it what it is- but the licking and sniffing part- I’d leave that part of the experience out.

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The Sad Fate of A Twisted Guy

DAILY PROMPT

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

Obsessed

Jos

Malice and envy are green and alive

they’ve taken root in a twisted little guy.

His eyes  have teeth

his tongue writhes in his mouth

Obsession is his Master and so is Want.

Jos

Malice and envy are green and alive

their roots now run deep in this  twisted little guy.

He’s stolen his voice he’s stolen his bones

it wasn’t enough and now he wants her’s

This is his world and he is a slave

to Obsession to Want to Spite and to Hate.

Jos

Malice and envy are green and alive

nothing will change for this twisted little guy.

He will always crave and he will always need

he will always be enslaved by what he sees.

A sad and twisted fate for a sad and twisted man

because

Obsession is his Master and so is Want.

 

On Words and Teeth and Bones

DAILY PROMPT

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt:

Maybe

 

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Maybe words

have teeth

Maybe words

have bones

Maybe words can live

with no tongue

to call home.

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Maybe words

can fly

maybe words

can walk

maybe words  can crawl

from skull to lips

and

maybe words have hearts.

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Maybe words

are soulless

maybe words

feel pain

and maybe words

are our masters

and we are

just their slaves.

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