ceramic sculptures by eden grey

FIGMENT (of my imagination)


ANDRODGYNOUS PLANT BEING


TREE HAND


TREE WOMAN

-eden grey

an excerpt from "Time Travelers"...

"Up to par, we are far, hours of pennies in my jar, a chance, I may have this dance, with some sergeant sold, and spent.

Take a second out for goodness’ sake as into the glass the copper breaks, as I am last in line again, you are third, as we combine the word. Vocals become text as I was last, now I’m next fulfilling backbones bent and spines tangled, the wires of our brains become a mangled mess as we are transported telepaths through squares and dare not ask why. The filaments fry, embossed with curves and scents that cost us cells.

You tell us so much of what’s inside your spaghetti’s recipe and such, from the place that has been carved out of your maple face, grains I trace in ellipses on their axes. Converted mixed and sniffled rosemary, a rhombus hazel craze of ‘hope’. Tourist, why did you underline navel, put a dot next to a less than sign. These sine wave ripples never end, frequencies of the LFO’s bend, we all follow the robot trend, desensitized from hours as they turn to seconds.

See you tomorrow in five years, dive into the blue planet with open ears, see you in Venus’ hollow sphere, contrived, a castle, forlorn to hear."

-EDENTATA

the alien fruit...

I could slice them all day.

A MANIFESTO:

Here is a public declaration of a new perspective for consideration.

At the closing of the Piscean age, we are processing information more rapidly than ever before in history.

Our awareness is vital to our advancements and progression as a universal consciousness.

We have been patronized by society while serving our survival sentences.

This is because we have been told we are free when we really are not, in many cases of what the word entails.
The word, "free", has thirty-six definitions on dictionary.com.

My patience for the desensitization of my human brothers and sisters has worn.

The time is now, the world leader repetitively states and hypnotizes the world.

Now is the time; i sing in my lowest tone, for I sense the rapid communication of energies and attempt to factor in every entity and experience.

corpus alienum:

Across the Room

"I am talking from a distance, from across the room..."

She fades

She blurs

sideways 

gestures

music taking over

and in

out or below
She is

She spins

She drills

partakes in thrills

and chimes, lost time

for years, no dates, no nines

endeavors, she whistles

her spine

sends shivers

and guides

detached 

and drenched

remedy

clenched, clutched

leading,

She is sideways pulled under

the bubbles

She sings

apart from sand

cadence

three voices 

heard clear

in this cadence

three voices

it dawned like the dusk

this dunce epiphany embroidering

FX processing every second

i am out there

baby blue and black

sedated,

in so many places

dizzy to the orchestra

i found Eurydice last night

She is gone with the wind now

Fortitruder, Stitch I and II

Death Spliced Gardens of Paradise

A census of hallucinations;

A paranormal connection.

The night before the full moon,

but where to be found, was Eden?

Seemingly outside herself in

a distorted glass head reflection,

She is a bow-tie wearing apparition

in autosaved formats of disconnected communication;

In this tirade, desensitized blockade of wires,

Eyes lost in the sky, the stars seem to change colors;

I will thank her for my pointy limbs,

and be sure to send her a mother's day card.

I. The Magus.

Refracted Dragon

She rants wildly with fire words

And so, her brain implodes...

Imaginary friends begin to take SHAPE

the little round SHAPE of E

of predecessors undetermined

and lavishly living a rejected life

By and by, these worlds will be linked

Real people who want to buy what I sell,

They are taking shape, and I know them very well

The refracted dragon jumps off the causeway

and flies to the red planet of yesterday...