And sense your escape
From the caves of my lungs
Through the tunnel of my chords
A gust of wind bursting up
From the back of my tongue
Pieces of you dance through
The cavities in between my teeth
Remember how you dwelled so deep
And hid between the reems and spools that
Unraveled at the stirring of the ‘we’
I exhale the bits that kept
The Love that wept
To see that no gust of breath was wasted
No sweeter love has tasted
The exhale of you
made room for the He that set me free
Like a true Lover’s love was
Forever intended to be
I jump to swim
So far offshore
With sounds and trips
Vowels and unfamiliar beats
The distance stretches
From safety’s grain and knot
I cry to keep
A buoy’s grip
In hopes to take no water in
To pause and breathe
With intentions sweet
Oh, to swim
to swim without a single word
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Sometimes I get a sense of guilt wash over me because I haven’t fully focused on the same words that brought me to start this blog over two years ago. (!!!) I’ve definitely grown miles emotionally, mentally and spiritually since the start and I’m so grateful for all of your love, support and mere curiosity. At the start of this year I decided to focus on my fine art to help the healing in other areas of my life and it’s definitely been a ride. I’ll save the yearly recap to the close of the year (who knows what surprises are left in store in the next 3 1/2 months?), but I wanted to let you all know where my progress could be found.
For those of you a part of the crazy world of Instagram, you’re welcome to follow my art account where I post my processes, inspirations, finished artwork and more. @arielle_austin
You can also follow the journey on Facebook & Pinterest
And don’t worry, the words in my head and heart haven’t completely left me! They’re just competing a bit with shapes and colors. ;)
“Be steady and well-ordered in your life so that you can be fierce and
original in your work.”
Our days are formed in layers
Scraped and brushed across the surface
Of our covering
Your head’s been a whirlwind
Your heart an echoing sea
A mere step back and you’d see
Our life is a symphony
A beautiful abstraction of fierce reverie
“She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
-Eleanore & Park, by Rainbow Rowell
“Like Art” is currently available on Society6.com/arielleaustin
In the spring of 2012 I started and finished a 40 by 30 inch canvas for a Painting II final assignment. The subject matter was up to the student and I was excited to have the free reign. I’ve always been intrigued by the juxtaposition and layering of beautiful images in both art and design, so I decided to take a shot of my own.
I began with a photograph I shot in my first semester photography class and a handful of dried and pressed flowers I had so thoughtfully received a few months prior. After scanning both subjects together I got to work. The process was long, tedious and, at times, physically painful. But I fell in love with painting on a much larger scale than I was use to and the finished result of combining two separate loves and painting mediums made my heart full.
Fast forward to my post grad fine art venture this year and the reawakening of my desire to continue with a whole series of beautifully painful, layered memories. Each piece is an acrylic painted rendering of a photograph of a woman from my life, past or present. Atop the acrylic, I oil painted scattered petals given to me from past loves, family and friends. Though all nine have their own personal story to tell, I’m sure the viewer can insert their own lover, mother, friend, or sister overlapped in the rest of life’s memories.
It’s been a labor of love and great diligence creating these pieces over the last 6 months. I’ve loved the challenge, both in creating and remaining faithful to the vision of my heart. Here’s to hoping you can find some love in them as well.
She wore her past like layers of a rose,
anxious and patient
loving and true
budding and blooming
with each given season
Leaving remnants of her memories overlapped on the ground.
You can view the full series on my site arielle-austin.com or in my Storenvy shop.
You’re also welcome to follow a bit of my process on Facebook.
Could You conquer the battle in my veins?
Would You dwell within the pit of me?
Where You are, I am found.
The Depth of Faith