whatever random jumble of sounds uttered to describe it, it hung swollen,
its pink surface reddening in the tropical evening air until the glowing pulp burst out. Rivulets of the white substance separated in slow motion from the pod, rolling down the seed's round smooth surface. As they fell the oxygen turned them to pink
Each transforming droplet connected with the water, current sucking the globules deep into the tube. Each pink trail of fluid darkened to red--color of blood, color of earth--as they swam along the cavern heading to the earth's moist soil center
seedlings burrowing into the earthen walls carried by the warm musk-imbued water as the other plants at pondside panted and parted, pistils traversing the sticky pod surface
14 With the 'new' invasive screening at the airports I've stopped flying but after looking at your fantastic 'Streets of San Francisco' artwork tonight I feel as though I just took a trip there, minus Big Sis's goons searching and intimidation. Your artwork is so real to life this kind of travel was much less hectic, too and reminds me of how 'the city' often affected me in past visits. It's a beautiful city but with much visible sadness.
Leanne (in her 80s) Much love and appreciation to you 14.
Super neato bandito!
Posted by: Shannon | March 21, 2011 at 05:41 PM
Shannon:
The amazing cosmic awareness of Duffy Moon!
Posted by: 14 | March 21, 2011 at 08:24 PM
So yummy and delicious! You're on a roll!
Posted by: Brad | March 25, 2011 at 05:32 PM
I love this! I love it!
Posted by: Sweet Subversion | April 08, 2011 at 02:52 PM
Very erotic imagery all throughout this one, 14! I like it!
Posted by: Erik | April 19, 2011 at 12:08 PM
I LOVE this!!! Missing you, 14...
Posted by: Knox Bronson | April 25, 2011 at 02:11 AM
Was a pod, was a flower;
whatever random jumble of sounds uttered to describe it, it hung swollen,
its pink surface reddening in the tropical evening air until the glowing pulp burst out. Rivulets of the white substance separated in slow motion from the pod, rolling down the seed's round smooth surface. As they fell the oxygen turned them to pink
Each transforming droplet connected with the water, current sucking the globules deep into the tube. Each pink trail of fluid darkened to red--color of blood, color of earth--as they swam along the cavern heading to the earth's moist soil center
seedlings burrowing into the earthen walls carried by the warm musk-imbued water as the other plants at pondside panted and parted, pistils traversing the sticky pod surface
Posted by: ThrallPortionofWindmillMane | July 15, 2011 at 01:10 AM
Sadly, I am seeing Cisco Adler when I look at the dripping flower!
Posted by: A Facebook User | September 07, 2011 at 11:51 AM
Now you see why I've stopped doing so much celeb gossip art - that Cisco Adler photo scared me for life!
xox
14
Posted by: 14 | September 07, 2011 at 12:56 PM
14 With the 'new' invasive screening at the airports I've stopped flying but after looking at your fantastic 'Streets of San Francisco' artwork tonight I feel as though I just took a trip there, minus Big Sis's goons searching and intimidation. Your artwork is so real to life this kind of travel was much less hectic, too and reminds me of how 'the city' often affected me in past visits. It's a beautiful city but with much visible sadness.
Leanne (in her 80s) Much love and appreciation to you 14.
Posted by: Leanne Scott | November 19, 2011 at 06:27 PM