Saturday, April 26, 2014

Enrico Miguel Thomas - The Subway Artist

Artist At Work - Next featured Artist for Cartier

This guy is fantastic, very creative and a damned hard worker. Every day he drags his easel, paints, sharpie, markers and his bag of goodies to a different NYC location and works his butt off drawing first with the sharpie markers then painting. Enrico Miguel Thomas is the only artist I've ever seen to begin with markers instead of pencils. His works shows movement and he paints the entire day then retires to his studio where he finishes his works, perfecting their balance.

Below are some photos I took of Enrico working on the Burberry Building in NYC.

Here are some of Enrico Miguel Thomas' links to learn more.

A Sharpie Ad Thomas features in:

Written up in The New York Times!

Other publications:

Thomas' websites:

Friday, April 25, 2014

Scents of Delight

You smell as sweet as a mango that I delay eating so I can smell it all day long. At night, I bite the skin, pull a strip back and run my tongue and teeth across the mango pulp. I don’t want to take that first bite because I want to smell that sweet fruit all day long. Let’s pretend we’re falling in love. Look deep into my eyes and be hypnotized by your eyes reflected in mine. Memorize the details of each scenario beginning with our first electrified touch, following through with flirtatious flow, slow emphasis on each word describing our desires. Our first attempts at lovemaking begin in my mind.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Peace Prayer

Need alone down time to survive threatening circumstances
Need to listen to the hurt, hear the cries
Regrets I try to forget to leave behind
I turned a blind eye to the answer
vow to leave doubt out of the question to my answer
lies survive my lips deny my heart fears a mishap on the horizon
An angel forsaking our great nation on the verge of denial
Does Gehinnom exist - a Jew’s purgatory
Refuse to accommodate doubts about heaven or hell: Gehinnom
Intensification exists without doubt
Fingertips feel my heartbeat with passion
the sensation alive in my drive
Pain sears through my womb pain,
rips my soul from a concentration camp
Arrive at a better nation based on the assumption
That they do what they want to and we do what we’re told
Secrets we hold near, they hurt but they stay there
I deny what we live through
live outside my head in the grip of a constant illusion
hear my conversations that never occur
I survive the delusion I live inside my head
the rich imaginings of what was said and never was or will be
die and I never said what I meant to say to you and now I never will
the pain never stops
I keep moving my feet to a beat only I hear, 
I try to help someone hear,
please hear but no one hears but me
Standing alone in a grim bleak reality, coming and going alone
Solutions flash by and are slashed off by reality as 
I follow the path of Dorothy unafraid of what proceeds me, lays in wait 
in a roughened bush burning by the side of an elegant brook 
in forest of deceit I wander hearing innocent animals slaughtered 
the cries calling out in my head instead 
of a reality frozen in a time frame 
waiting for a way out of the underflow 
I call to every passer by I see
Please, I beg, a hand please, I beg you don’t hurt me 
I’m only a first time offender 
I didn’t mean to raise my hand, 
absolution for the abortion, 
please stop the pollution, 
I hear the cries of an ancient race of animals now all dead, 
there’s no more of them to kill, only a lab created animal exists 
Please father, a benediction before I go and leave this universe
Can you give me a calculation of where you think I’ll be
Father I have sinned, 10 hail Mary’s and go your way and sin no more 
I promise, father I have sinned
Afraid there’s another life waiting somewhere to find me 
Explore, seeking to find my way out of mischief into
a glance of an inner richer universe
no exsanguination please
Try not to cry but the tears build in my eyes betray me
Water builds but doesn’t flow, yet you see me
I explode into another me who is she? 
I don’t know 
I didn’t make her 
she is me there bubbling beneath the blood 
warm ready to burst forth in flames fires 
burst forth from my mouth like a dragon breathing fire I
explode into a new me
once more a reinvention of who I want to be