Selecting Changes Using the Logical If

Selecting Changes Using the Logical If

 Selecting Changes Using the Logical If - collage by douglas brent smith

instant breakfast dreams

scrambled dreams   

scattered schemes   

ideas flashed on the mezzanine   

the balcony's crowded with narrow scenes   

colorful dreaming liquid sleep   

   

poached eggs dreams   

wet and fried   

homage to the dreams that died   

rules that flutter   

into melted butter   

dreams design   

their own red line   


fried dreams my dreams   

your dreams ours   

evening slips and then devours   

sheets around us   

lights dimmed black   

shadowed visions   

on our backs   


your dream is my dream is our dream complete.    

Behind the Secret Door


 Behind the Secret Door (#2)


Behind the Secret Door (#1)


Notes:

I think (hope) that #2 (the one above) is an improvement over #1 (which is the exact same picture except that in #2 I added some lines, drew over a few more, and shaded one area. 

Busy Table

Busy Table

 

Busy Table -- sketch / mixed media by douglas brent smith   

bizarre as you are

bizarre as you are   

you know that it's true   

not everyone caring   

cares about you   


bizarre as you wish   

could you possibly be   

like hair on a fish?   

or gills on a tree?   


how much of it's youth?   

comparing the beauty   

too tight yet too loose   

impossible duty   


bizarre as you are   

absurd as can be   

so highly abnormal   

when done gracefully.   


-- douglas brent smith

 

Read The Dictionary Upside Down

Read The Dictionary Upside Down

 Read The Dictionary Upside Down




collage by douglas brent smith


Notes:

"Who do you mean to be upside down?"

"You'll know."

"Are YOU upside down or is the dictionary to be upside down and how am I going to read it that way?"

"In a relative sense, it's all your choice."

"I thought so. You don't know."

"That's your choice, too."

"Isn't that YOUR choice?"

"Also true."


zen touch

we touch upon

the wheel's edge 

admiring and yearning

for the endless turning


we speak about

the zen of when

the hollow meets

the solid road


but space unending

ends unanswered

the endless questions

of the snow


change the motion of our plans

touch me with your steady hands.


-- douglas brent smith