we won
I remember
irresolute+imitation+servile cast of images
promising hard fought victories - HA! - alteration of
consciousness consumes bogus convictions + only now I
drink from the living cup.....

Pausing on my solvent stairway I am aware of the hush
surrounding the stars that I so bravely inhabited+I remain
ignorant of idols impersonating immaculate illusions that
surround me still+never admitting that I alone am endowed
with the power to emancipate

HIM

like this

how tell me how i cannot like this
understand.figure.wait shhhhhh stop
dream the shaken world has exploded
exploded no explanation I hear I hear
nothing syd nothing like you saying
you have wanted to do this for years
years of solitude years of ends and
years of beginnings wait he/I said
I said she said nothing will be at last

a perfect space in time for all to see
two beams collided in the collider collided
is a fucking metaphor for life begun
begun as two beams traveling a hundred
million miles an hour in opposite directions
can finally finally be in the right space
at the right time and collide in an instant
of recognition that the other the other
has the soul intertwined with the other
the other after 25 years of being there

cords of seaweed wind around my legs and torso
strapping me to this delicious fountain of wine
I breathe in.I breathe out.swallowing sweet
triumphant excesses; won't let you bury it
screaming scandals drowning+squeezing
sucking+reciting tales of magic+mystery

we won

On Viewing a Cosmic Thread

   As I journey I study with magical artists.  Each of them gives me a piece of the dream that holds my work together.  In return I give them a true vision of the dream.  My direct focus is on the Communications influence on what we know as civilization and the directions those influences are preparing us to journey.  We are a small part of the entire structure, but the impact that we as individuals have on it is astounding.

    I studied Fine Arts at Seminole Community College in the 80’s.  It was there that I was inspired by two professors to devote my life to the study and application of the Arts.  Grady Kimsey showed me grand style and Bobby McGee illustrated history in a refreshing way.  Discovering Salvador Dali was the most important phase of my career.  I appreciated his Surrealism, but I was astonished by the Nuclear Mystical Period in his later years.  His theory contains Truth and Truth is Beautiful.  I knew that was the direction that I wanted to pursue.

    In the 90’s I honed my craft at Penn State, had a few solo shows and finished my education.  Then I came back to where I started.  My never-ending journey through visions of the dream brings me here to weave the universal knowledge on a canvas of space and time.

    As a writer…communicator…artist, I see in my past the paths that have led me here, and I will illustrate, with words and images in a constant state of change, the force of life.  My personal philosophy of religion, science, and space and time, is the view of a common (cosmic) thread in the theories, manifestos, and ideologies of the sacred and the profane.

    The materials that I use are as varied as my subjects.  I paint with acrylics, sometimes in the dark, using vivid colors on my canvas.  I also paint with pastels, using my fingers as I would a dry brush, continually discovering new combinations of colors.   I am continuing my research on the possible, but unlikely, uses of positive and negative space.  It's all in the spaces between.

   Thank you for subjecting yourself to this collection.  "The invention of the game caused concern among the players, as this was the first time that live targets were used."  Please join us for supper.  I learn, I teach and I reflect the passions of my identities.


Donna Surles

A Dadaist Tornado Explosion



The power of words

tricks the eye

into dispensation from the protocol.

The velvet steamroller

caught in a chaotic dance

caused a crack

in the mirrored portrait.

Build a layer of scar tissue

over the wound

and keep going.

 

The blood of a bird

flows over images

so lovely

as sparkling diamond clouds

cover my lord's

black [B]LACK

and

white

glass [G]LASS

 

Finding a duck's neck

securely tied

into the midnight

ONLY THE MOMENT

of apparent

complete

exterior

patrilocals

define

round objects hidden.

 

Ha!  

There.  

Take that.

I am not afraid.

Vibrant.

Childlike.

Unbroken.

 

...leaving the cans where they fell,

I gathered cleaning cloths soaked

with linseed oil, wadded-up paper

towels smeared with paint, and the

spent capless tubes of manganese

blue and cinnabar green on my way

to the garbage.

 

Stepping out

the door

that I accidentally left open

during the rain

while I was searching

for the last

piece of the puzzle..

 

I lick your tears for strength.

I breathe your sorrow for hope.

I touch your perfect mind for practice.

a bit of the entire structure.

crashes to the sky.

grounding electric thought.

with the smoke of a thousand primitive murders

 

cords of seaweed wind around my legs and torso

strapping me to this delicious fountain of wine

I breathe in.

I breathe out.

swallowing sweet triumphant excesses

screaming scandals drowning+squeezing

sucking+reciting tales of magic+mystery

 

my next silent scream comes from the place

where you lived a bazillion years ago

when the ships carried wool for the pirates wives

 

i couldn't have said.painted.sung.whispered.hidden.boasted.shouted.believed.cried.promised or dreamt it better than this.

this is

~better than anything~

 

we won.

 

©Donna M. Surles  08.15.11