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cass garison
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little art drop
watercolor and liquid black acrylic paint of a bull with two human figures on either side, bull is in motion with big black eyes. scrathcy style, a tan/brown tone to it with a slightly yellow septum ring. indecipherable language in the back watercolor and liquid black acrylic painting, abstract. bottom half is pink/purple with a blue wave patter, and black lip shapes. top is the inverse, blue background with pink/purple waves and a cirlce on the right side with an eye in it watercolor painting of a lizard with a backward facing red tongue out under a wheel. green lizard with red dots on back, brown ground, and silver camper and grey wheel. scribbles in the back an abstract piece with brown, green, grey, tan earth-tone slashes in the background. in the foreground, a minimalist face and some indecipherable words
May 29, 2025 at 9:49 PM
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grateful to @splitthisrock.bsky.social for featuring my poem "On Reverence," as their Poem of the Week this week in "The Quarry: A Social Justice Poetry Database" 🦤🌺
On Reverence I adore the carnations & I adore the trains, specifically the boxcars with endings & beginnings I can’t keep track of, who drag their stretched torsos like absolute creatures around what seems like earth’s clearest curve. I adore the harshness of the wind, the bite of the metal railing on my hand as the two almost freeze together. I adore the rose that casts a long shadow & the other roses whose silhouettes become obstructed on their way to the ground, lose all tethering to their former geometries. Adore the cedars & pines at their most finicky, the windows that fog with dew or steam depending on the occasion, the crow who, as I have my morning coffee, presses & presses with its repetitious, piercing caw. I adore the ritual of Sunday mass, of incense & kneeling to the point of pain, the point of splinter, as any true reverence, any true devotion, I have learned, requires. I adore the lover I asked to hit me with their thickest Italian leather belt until I sweltered, then held me as the bruises bloomed. Adore the stranger outside the bar who blew smoke into my face, the bees humming yesterday’s desire, the cloud of sparrows that tangle away from recognition. I adore all the animals I’ve ever mercy killed without knowing fully what I was doing: the vole whose head contorted almost completely backward, a single bird on the streets of New York, a rat snake run into the summer-hot pavement to the point of irreversible suture. Adoration, complete adoration to the daffodils, the hyacinths, the lack of prayer that this life requires. Adoration, at last, for the way a paintbrush, even with its finest bristles, can slice through any shape I have decided on prior, but even in its making anew, even in its revision, the indents of the old form still noticeable, still raised & rough to a perceptive hand.
May 10, 2025 at 11:46 PM
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will be sending out the first installment of my monthly art book series next week, not 2 late to sign up (physical/mail copy or digital edition options).

Preview of first book installment in the series, currently amidst-assemblage, semi-monochrome "Red Domestic"

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three pieces of art, partially visible, all red monochrome with white and black. one face and a table in pen, one with the word "wait" printed on it, but obstructed scene, and one obstructed queen modeled after the queen of hearts with ink hearts printed on top. black paint marker on top
May 2, 2025 at 12:13 AM