Skip to main content

open for business


created 25 march 2001
i've often toyed with the idea of living in a space that had a store front that could be my studio, theater, coffee house, clubhouse, training center. still working on that idea (but this collage is done!)

_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/

you may use this image for non-commercial purposes. please cite it as follows:
collage: open for business (c) 2016 douglas brent smith
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

More...

about you

something sincere about you nurtures honesty open; childlike, free so few ever knew such fearless listening something warm about you presses the passion in me with clenching senses, loving exceeding even love something radiant within you soothingly sends comfort assurance, confidence, calm distinctively grounded with you only you so much special in total about you levels beyond my understanding but firmly with the grasp of my appreciation and wonder and awe not on a pedestal something removed from any gaze unassailably you douglas brent smith  
Post a Comment
Read more

Lighter Than Air

  Lighter Than Air - acrylic painting by Douglas Brent Smith, November 1976. Notes: I don't have every painting I've ever painted. Some years ago I purged many of them. I like this one, though, and have it hanging in my apartment. It's whimsical. It's a painting in a painting. It has a top hat. It has balance, a candle, even a drop of blood.  What else could you want in a painting?
Post a Comment
Read more

bruises and band aids

pouring out along the edge squandered supplies piled used and high gaping pits spent expectations lost looming loops of pride booming need, aside one generation's dream passed to the next dented bent unrelenting doom brittle cellophane crisply cold outside molded within contents spoiled one way of living shot full of holes an empty sieve while the work flows thru turns bleeding weeping slow burns.  
Post a Comment
Read more

Miniature

 i became aware of the poetry of existance      and of the artistry of      her voice      of her thin, gentle fingers and      the honesty of her eyes 1973
Post a Comment
Read more

Mustard Seed Theatre Company Logos

Notes: Peter, Harry, and I started a little touring theatre company we called the Mustard Seed Theatre Company. We had very limited success for an all too brief amount of time. I later revived the name at churches in Chicago, and I'm sure that any search would uncover other theatre companies bearing that name, but we loved it while we proudly wore it on our t-shirts.  These sketches are modest attempts at logos. circa 1977-1978
Post a Comment
Read more

Say What You Feel

  Say What You Feel -- mixed media by douglas brent smith
Post a Comment
Read more

napkins and things

dorinda likes to doodle daringly on napkins unseen unnoticed by the scramblers eating eggs or sipping bitter coffee sometimes she pops out a song or sketches a summer scene from somewhere no one's been now here i am in Chicago frozen to the bone doodling on a napkin and wishing i was home but, lacking that i send a pre-doodled napkin to someone who appreciates napkins and things. douglas brent smith  
Post a Comment
Read more

Collage: Blue as You Do

Seems like I squared this one off as a possible album cover. It goes way back. The photos are circa 1980...
Post a Comment
Read more

changing channels

big smile, a collage by douglas brent smith, was created 25 march 2001 (which seems to have been a productive day for collage, meaning that i likely got very little else done!). i've always enjoyed the work of salvadore dali and it's fun to include him in this collage. _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ you may use this image for non-commercial purposes. please cite it as follows: collage:  (c) 2016 douglas brent smith
Post a Comment
Read more

ocean walk

the cold wind blew uncut as ocean waves kicked stone gray jetties large gaping cracks between the rocks long suggestive pauses in our dialogue steps away a homasote haunted castle beyond a secret mist two blocks in the distance a single block between what we said and what pooled below the surface moist light beach sand crisp night air a buoy on the horizon this is your turf your haunting ground the smells salt sweet gulls and mussels and popcorn blended inseparable from that late summer visit our individual yet tethered travels returning each of us again to us in our own ocean so deep we may not swim beyond the mystery of the tingling unhinging phrases unstrung broken guitar strings a chipped boardwalk recollection stunning afternoon thru evening tones incidental sublimations consequential quirks of fate probing endless questions colored by scattered sighs barely audible experience unsaid unconsummated ties that clouds cover us and the moon that night one of our full moons stalking us ...
Post a Comment
Read more