Art and Words

Early Morning Rainbow

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Mon, 21 May 2012 02:44:00 +0000

Across the Water

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Mon, 14 May 2012 03:03:00 +0000

Wacom # 1

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Mon, 14 May 2012 02:59:00 +0000

Untitled

First project with my new Wacom Tablet.

Rain against the Window

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sat, 17 Sep 2011 03:47:00 +0000

Acrylic Paint on Canvas

Breakfast

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Fri, 12 Aug 2011 13:40:00 +0000

Now I ate
And my belly expanded
And the roof of my car
Was a flame covered chariot
And the wroth of my sibling was
A rock in the face
And the peace of my brother
Was snorted in base

Now I spat
And the fear of my present
Was always my future
And although I tossed it
Against the pave
My fury was
Excuses in a perfect
Malaise.

Facing Magenta Part 2 (Original)

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sat, 09 Jul 2011 23:37:00 +0000

Facing Magenta Part 1 (Digital Art)

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sat, 09 Jul 2011 07:57:00 +0000

The Whip

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 11:18:00 +0000

Old Man's Breath

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 11:24:00 +0000

"Old Man's Breath"

175mm x 175mm - Acrylic & Texture Paste on Canvas

Morning Sweetheart

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sun, 03 Jul 2011 11:38:00 +0000

Red Flower

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sun, 03 Jul 2011 05:27:00 +0000

In the City

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sat, 25 Jun 2011 05:28:00 +0000

Burb

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sat, 27 Nov 2010 11:14:00 +0000

Here is our neighbour
In a ‘burb that time forgot
Looking down upon his neighbour
Rot in one hand
And a fine wine in the other

While the little man next door
Fixed to be next of kin
Takes a stiff blade just to lance the fear.

Modern warfare, gin.

We stopped for Lunch...

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sun, 19 Sep 2010 04:27:00 +0000

Paw Paw...

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sun, 12 Sep 2010 08:26:00 +0000

Reflection

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sat, 11 Sep 2010 01:17:00 +0000

Evolute.

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 10:23:00 +0000

"Fish Habitat"

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 10:04:00 +0000

Legacy

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 11:38:00 +0000

SpongeBob in The Dark

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 13:24:00 +0000

Pots in little rows...

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 10:42:00 +0000

Neon signs of Spring

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sat, 21 Aug 2010 05:31:00 +0000

Who's Counting?

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sat, 14 Aug 2010 08:16:00 +0000

From the beach...

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Sat, 14 Aug 2010 05:38:00 +0000

Cook Sisters

noreply@blogger.com (Missy Ricco) — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 11:50:00 +0000

"...The smell of school in the darkness,

pencils and apples and library paste,

brought a sweet nostalgic pain to his eyes

and he was fourteen again..."

Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates

........................................................................

Not juvenile woman to any further extent;
While lines fail to crevasse the back of my hand just yet,
I understand in growing expanse the sense of nostalgia
That would dance with my Opie’s face like a vagabond

For those short moments I would spend life with him
He would talk of the tightness of his boots
As he marched in a South African army's step;

Other times, limited by unending oceans and incident
He would send me fragments of an unfinished story -
The girl at the movie, the old school gate
The gun holster wielding police force that
Was ever strengthened by his work mates

What of recollections, when they serve to tether
Wisps of an old man’s affection to the spirit
I am twelve again, feet nearly touching the end
Of my childhood bed, the low tones of his voice

As he fried cook sisters in the kitchen
Stirring flavour to curry all the while