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I'm an artist
I count myself as one anyway. I can draw, crochet, write, and do a pretty good job at painting and decorating. I'm very crafty. I'd like to see people post some of their work!




I've been writing regularly for almost four years. I keep journals (the older volumes are even locked up in a safe box haha). I even have a new journal going on for my stripper life, I know I'm a dork. My journals aren't like stories, just thoughts quotes or feelings. On my first weekend stripping I found a dollar within my tips that had "Jesus is Coming" stamped on it, front and back. I taped it into my stripper journal and underneath wrote: Maybe the guy who gave me this dollar was named Jesus. So although it is a lot of writing its somewhat scrap book style..... letters, pictures, drawing, flowers even, all kinds of shit in there.
As far as drawing, I like drawing women, high fashion type stuff, I learned to draw women by laying down to draw with a mirror across the floor, nekkid. Definitely not a pro but I have the potential for it if I dedicated more time to it. I'd rather take my clothes off for money though.
Oh, about my crochet, I actually have an etsy shop. I sell baby photography props, but I can make anything with some yarn and hooks.
I'm gonna go look for a picture of my daughter's nursery so you can see the painting I did for her room, I'm very proud of it![]()
I'm a musician, I sing my style is a fusion of funk/rock/pop and I'm career driven its more than a hobby
I'M A HUSTLA HOMIE!!!
For what it is worth I am paid to write. I have a very direct style. Here is a sample:
My nephew Brett would see me carry around the large “Norton Anthology 2” book and was curious why I would read such a ‘big book.’ I told him that “big books often have big ideas inside them. Books can help you get smarter.” “Can you show me?” Brett asked. I agreed, and we went to sit on a couch together and I read aloud some of the poems from William Blake’s Songs of innocence and of Experience.
The first poem we read together was “The Ecchoing Green.” Brett enjoyed the descriptions of happy skies, birds, and fun times. I asked Brett, “What do you think of this poem?” Brett replied “I think these people really know how to dance and enjoy themselves.” I then told Brett there was more to this poem. “More?” asked Brett. I said let’s review the last block of text to see if there are some clues (lines 27 – 30).
“Like the birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen,
On the darkening Green.”
I asked Brett, “What happens when it gets dark outside?” “My day is over and Mommy puts me to bed,” Brett answered. “That’s true!” I exclaimed. “But in this poem William Blake is using symbolism for the end of a day to mean that eventually we are all going to die – that our lives will end. Eventually you and I will go to heaven and we should prepare for that.” Brett was not comforted with knowing that all things die, but he did admit he’s seen dead deer and raccoons on the roads at night, so he could grasp the concept of death.
The next poem we read was “The Chimney Sweeper.” I asked Brett, “Have you ever seen a chimney sweep?” “Chimney sweep? What is a chimney sweep?” Brett asked with a confused look. I responded, “in England, a long time ago, they would burn coal and it would make deposits on the inside of chimneys. A chimney sweep would go into the chimneys and clean out the mess to make the chimneys safe.” “That’s pretty cool!” Brett answered. I told him it was a messy job, so that’s why Blake wrote in line 4:
“So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.”
I explained soot was what got on the sweeper’s clothes and he was usually dirty with soot. “This sounds like a tough job,” Brett stated. I agreed with him. So we kept reading. I told Brett that Blake believed that people that worked hard, like chimney sweeps, had earned the route to Heaven (lines 13 – 16):
“And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins & set them all free;
Then down a green plain, leaping laughing they run,
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.”
“It doesn’t say ‘Heaven,’ in the paragraph,” said Brett. “That’s true Brett. But to understand poetry sometimes you have to use some imagination as try to draw connections and common themes,” I replied. “Being set free by the Angel and going to the Sun in this case means the chimney sweeps are going to Heaven.”
We then read the poem “The Tyger.” “I know what a tiger is!” Brett exclaimed. “I think this TYGER is different,” I replied. “First off, he is described as having wings and hands.” (lines 7 – 8 ) :
“On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?”
Brett agreed – this was certainly not a regular tiger – at least one he had read about in school. I continued reading the poem (lines 16 – 20):
“When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?”
I asked Brett, who is “he” in the poem. He answered “I’m not sure, but I think it’s the Tyger.” “Good job!” I replied. “You are correct.” But in this passage Blake thinks the Tyger is really something else. If you read the Bible enough you would understand. Right now you are just going to Sunday school. Blake is implying that the Tyger is the Devil, who plots to destroy man.” “Really?” Brett asked. “Yes, the Bible warns us to watch out for the Devil,” I told Brett. I went on to explain that in the Bible “the Lamb” is a representation for Jesus Christ, God’s son. I also explained, where it gets really complicated, that in line 20 of the poem Blake asserts that SOMEONE (either God or man) created both Jesus and the Devil, which possibly makes them both less real.
Brett was thoroughly spent after our Theological discussion. “I’m going to take a nap, he said.” “Sounds great, Brett! I am going to read more of my big book,” I answered.





I just took a picture of a drawing I did, I'm going to post it in an Art thread in Picture Post.
http://forum.stripperweb.com/showthr...46#post2167446
Last edited by Djoser; 07-23-2011 at 12:30 AM.
You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Free your mind, and your ass will follow.
George Clinton
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THanks for posting Djoser!
That is really good, I love art & I've taken as many art classes as I could growing up. I have always had a hard time with hands but everything else I'm pretty good at. I've just recently thought about painting again. Art is such a direct line of emotion & thought provoking.
A poem I wrote:
Music
This has been said many times before
But I want to say it once more
That when the music starts to play
It acts as my getaway
From the everyday
A vacation
A sober intoxication
Taking over my body and I don't want it
to let go
When the music slithers out of the speakers
I just have to move
Nice, Caitlin!
Thank you!
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