R.I.P STEVE

Steve was a vintage bear I bought from eBay. I wanted to give him a home and restore some of his sentimental value.

But Steve was falling apart at the seams as he was so old so I decided to do something special for him, to preserve his value. He became art, I dipped him in slip clay and fired him in a kiln, much to the horror of those who had become friendly with Steve, and now he is gone, all that remains is this fragile cast of an unwanted bear.

Someone got creative!!

Fallen dreams out of the sky

Like stars

Found

Collected in a bucket

Like seashells

Kept

Self Portraits

Ok so I didn't do these today, but I have a backlog of stuff!

You never even let me in,
You showed me your soul through the open door,
Then you closed it and asked me to wait outside.

So I waited,
Peering through the steamed windows to where you sat,
With your soul safely curled up on your lap purring loudly.

But it was winter,
And stood there with my heart bared I began to freeze,
Not even a security blanket did you pass my way.

Its Spring time now,
And as my heart begins to thaw I think of you,
Held prisoner by your soul, your jailer in the dark.

And when summer comes,
Its me who'll run free through the amber sun,
Sharing out my soul with the butterflies that land there.