Bdsm Incarnation

You never know what might start a fire 🔥

Yeah
I never thought to write this
Until now .....

Thanks for the comment and Reading List !

Dear PS,

Interesting introspection…I guess everything starts from somewhere doesn't it?
“ I probably cried
Secretly I was intrigued” I like the dichotomy of this. And as always your shoot from the hip POV.
This artwork has a great deal of depth and fabulous color. What are the found materials? H🌷

Dear H

You know me: slice and dice !

The found materials are chunks of wood, I rarely use brushes anymore.  Only if I need to paint a flower.  

I appreciate the comment H

Thx

There might be something generational in this.
Enjoyed!

Definitely generational, no doubt
That's the way parents got your attention back then
Not sure that if it worked but certainly made a statement..

Interesting... maybe this explains why bdsm doesn't appeal to me. My childhood damage was dealt in different ways....
This art though... can't get enough of that. ❤❤❤❤❤❤

I have always been an opposite of conventional growing up.
Nothing came easy, it still doesn't.
Art is where I flourish.  The rules are mine.....

Thx on the RED,  RED ....😍🤩🥰😜😝👺❤

Ass whooping skills can go a long way.

They don't teach that in school...

It was a lesson learned when my mom had to leave work and come to the school  to get me right.

What i wrote about was when was probably grade school or earlier.
High School was another mess entirely..

It was grade school. Lol

Pin a medal !!

Firstly, the art. Umm so good! I’m not typically a red gal, but damn.

Secondly, the poem. It’s interesting to think about what things in childhood spurned adult behavior. Love this piece of introspection. Keepin’ it real, PoetSpeak style,
xx

I'm learning how to work with Red
Not my usual go to color but brings a lot of power, not so much grace.. But this poem isn't exactly graceful.  I've thought about those slaps for years.  My mom said she never hit me ever but it is what it is.  I was a troubled kid.  No regrets

Thanks so much E for the awesome comment,  no filter, no sugar coating per my usual

Appreciate

Xx
❤

It's an interesting write because we sometimes discover the origins of our fetishes and other things.
The painting is raw and vivid.

BIG LIKE.

Nicely done.

This is a freaky one, thought this was the place to let it out of the bag..

Thanks Wally

dear PS

on a first read of any poem i am neutral and i do not assume that the narrator is the author


i find here a very fine paring of the canvases
the square , the voice and the universe

also there's subtle inference that the slap in the face
was induced perhaps also by an otherwise not openly owned Bdsm trait
and that the child may have done nothing wrong.

'Things you remember'
may also speak to one's returning to one's own authenticity


thankyuuu for sharing

silent lotus

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I probably did something wrong
But my mom wasn't that patient and I probably didn't toe the line fast enough and then the crack across the face.  Maybe I got the last laugh though but that's a bdsm story for another time....  She didn't pay buy others did !!!

Thx silent lotus

I admire your raw honesty. Straight to the point. No bullshit.

Thank you for seeing that
That's my way !

My mom (Maa) never hit me... so I want someone to punish me by tying me with a rope and beating me with a whip...

Step to the front of the line ....