~e.l-b.
painting “indifeso”
sterling silver and copper leaf and egg tempera on wood board
14 x 11″
9/10/2018
poetry
royalty
underpaintings
III
One of these days
You will be gone
It’s not your fault
There’s nothing wrong
With thinking about it
Or singing this song
Sometimes letting go
Is like holding on
I’ll always remember
The times you have left
The things that you say
The things that you do
As the end draws one-minute closer
These last years you have
Will tick away
Infinity looms
Like bones in the soil
Rain breaks the clouds
Wind rustles the trees
And the truest lies of a poet
Like something in the light
Are not explained
When forever has gone
The lines and the dates
Etched upon my stone
Will mark out the years
That are passing
Do pass and will pass
Every delicate
Fragile new day
painting; “underpaintings”
casein and 23kt gold leaf on wood board
12 x 15″
~ e l-b.
lyrics; “underpantings III”
~ Dan Sandman
(p) & (c) 2017 http://www.dansandman.co.uk
outstretched
here you are stepping on my toes again
why is this where we meet?
here you are falling over my shoes again.
why is this where we meet?
here i am getting crushed by your feet again.
why is this where we meet?
here i am falling over your shoes again.
why is this where we meet?
i was kicking, i was flailing
circling around looking for something to grab
in my mind i saw your hand outstretched
in my mind, in my mind
but that was there and this is here
and I know you are nowhere near
now i’m destined to fall
caving in with it all
the sun the moon the stars and everything, everything
now I’m destined to fall
in my mind i saw your hand outstretched
in my mind i held your hand outstretched
in my mind i grabbed your hand outstretched
in my mind…
~e.l.b
painting: “outstretched”
silver leaf and casin on wood board
song: “outstretched”
– christopher medalinskas
float
some say
love can be
like a feather
floating with
and against
the wind
twirling
twisting
spinning
like a dancer
drifting away
traveling far
from another
the feather
will fly
away from
its lover
lost
in endless blue
searching
for the way
back
winds will pass
with little light
and eventually
the feather
will land
when it does
It can be
captured
and held tight
in hand
~ e l-b
7/2017
Poem: “feather”
Painting: “float” (3 x 5″)
gilded 23 karat gold leaf and casien on wood board
Beyond the Brushstrokes 