This is either the first, or perhaps second collage I ever created. I think it was made in 1968 (yeah, I'm that old...) I'm happy that it's survived many moves, a house fire, epic fail relationships, and multiple careers. This is one of those I hope to never be parted from.
you may use this image for non-commercial purposes. please cite it as follows: collage: a penny for your cactus (c) 2016 douglas brent smith
For a while I was attracted to black & white images for the raw material of my collages. In this case, I glued what I was working on to a colorful sample of stationery. Happy Birthday, wherever you are.
you may use this image for non-commercial purposes. please cite it as follows: collage: Behind The Birthday Van (c) 2016 douglas brent smith
This is both a collage and a creative writing prompt. For a time, I experimented with creating different versions of a collage using a copy machine to duplicate the base, and then making changes in it. Sort of like a very slow motion movie. Or perhaps an indulgence. It's fun. Enjoy.
you may use this image for non-commercial purposes. please cite it as follows: collage: Alphabet Soup (c) 2016 douglas brent smith
even with the world falling apart all i can think about is keeping us together is bringing us together doing over chances to choose love that endures purely forming storms of passion, not disappointment and pleasures we'd treasure not measure against impossible pondering such notions preoccupy me even as you chasten me to let go of them and declare we're over that we're on the same page on so many things singing similar songs yet wrongly irregular on this i must (don't judge) simply kiss you again. again this. a kiss you and me and see where this leads us. and please, trust me on this i have your best interests at heart and my heart so full of you throbs incessantly still agreed, we see this differently and so i'll wait and take moment by careful moment time with you until i'm no longer (we're no longer) careful and cautious but dramatically real how does that feel? (c) 2016 douglas brent smith
it was everything i had inside me given to you a gift you refused, to scare me to scar me to drop me over that cliff, that curb wanting to touch you to kiss you to giggle in the sand but you let go of my hand and oh oh oh you had warned me the storm would be rough and wow did you signal it would not be enough and crap did it happen i chased without fear but ghostlike in vapor desire disappeared and so like a dark fog neglected to stand you held and then fell and let go of my hand (c) 2016 douglas brent smith
My most recent album, etcetera, is now available on Noisetrade. You could listen. You could even download for free. And if you like, you can leave a tip. This is the "final" version of the album -- I'd previewed parts of it before. Hope you like it! Find etcetera here
i am powerfully attracted to strong coffee, strong whiskey and strong women and so far strong coffee has never hurt me although i may drown myself in it, to stay up thru the night to face the morning without her because trying to sleep is stupid and trying to get over it is bad advice so what's to do? when the person i'd ask asks for space? could i be the strong one resilient, resolved? remembering some mysteries will never be solved so make me a strong one with whiskey and black and i will be waiting when that woman comes back -- douglas brent smith (c) 2016