New Art Experiments and Future Plans

An experiment which is hopefully inspiring collaboration.  Matt will write a story about a fishy dreaming in his fish bowl and I will illustrate it in circle cross-stitch/acrylic painting form.  Stay tune for updates.

Walking The Dog for Starters

M (one) Spotting neighbor across the street: How you doin'?

Neighbor: Good, good.

M(one): Is it hot enough for you? (Internally can't believe she just used that phrase)

Neighbor: Yeah. I just got back from the Thousand Islands, it was 70s the whole time.

M(one and two): Oh Nice! Lucky. Have a good day!

Walking away M(one): Why was he in a salad dressing?

M (two): Hahaha, you're funny. :pause: But I have no idea...

Training

M (one): I'm going to teach the dog to bite your butt, then I will reward her every time she does. She will just herd you around the house and I will have her herd you into the kitchen...

Struggles in the Kitchen

M (one) struggling with vegetable
M (two): "It's a vegetable, not a brainteaser."

Tit Bit #3

In the shower

M(one): I love you, my sweet little honeypot.
M(two): Yeah.
M(one): You better be careful or Pooh will put his fingers in you.

Tit Bit #2

M(one): What are you doing with my computer?
M(one): Are you going to break it?
M(one): You're going to eat it?
M(one): Then I'm going to have to break something of yours.
M(one): I'm going to make these two sharks eat each other.

A Napkin Note

This is a napkin with pertinent information on it. Shush.

Collaborative Writing Exercise #1

A dada-inspired writing
activity. The text is as below,
Morgan in normal font, Matt in italics:

Slowly we find the anchor of time dragging the depths
& scarring, scoring the earth.

My fear is engendered in labyrinthine process, that ugly spiral.

Sounding off the shores of regrets, we see the beauty in the
things we were too afraid to swim out to.

Awkward: you need to look in my eyes and move my lips.

The lip's odes to imperfections become the sweetest sentiment we
can conjure in the cut-out confections of sunday afternoons.

We are all so secret, sow secrets under our fingernails.

Empty chair makes music, sings loudly then screams & makes
known, crawling on wooden knees, the invisible weight upon it.

I grew up with no candlewicks burning smoke in my house.

Large, as if worth more, as if worthy by presence alone while dainty
& fragile was yearned for, the beauty to shatter under the weight of man.

There are those men, top hats corrugated cardboard lined.

Weakening the structure, breath warm & moist, through rib & lung,
he clings & claims that which no one else has the fortitude to tame.

Nero a quantumphysic aburns while Rome does fiddle.

To call an end to tidal pulse, or cease a people's breath. To murder
calmly the night's illusions & rest in stillness' rest.

Generic tidings as follows: hellogoodbye goodmorning(night)

This is the greatest peace of all, the eyelash in the wind,
uncertainty, no bed to crawl to, the warmth of only skin.

Simple Collage #7 (by Matt)

Part seven. Created as a seven-part
birthday present for Morgan. There
is text written on the back of each.

Simple Collage #6 (by Matt)

Part six. Created as a seven-part
birthday present for Morgan. There
is text written on the back of each.

Simple Collage #5 (by Matt)

Part five. Created as a seven-part
birthday present for Morgan. There
is text written on the back of each.

Simple Collage #4 (by Matt)

Part four. Created as a seven-part
birthday present for Morgan. There
is text written on the back of each.

Simple Collage #3 (by Matt)

Part three. Created as a seven-part
birthday present for Morgan. There
is text written on the back of each.

Simple Collage #2 (by Matt)

Part two. Created as a seven-part
birthday present for Morgan. There
is text written on the back of each.

Simple Collage #1 (by Matt)

Part one. Created as a seven-part
birthday present for Morgan. There
is text written on the back of each.

Tit Bit #1

M(one): "We need to go pick up that package."

M(two): "You have a nice package."

M(one): "___"

M(two): "Do you want me to stamp it?"

M(one): "With your vagina?"

M(two): "With my vagina."