I am the house that poetry built.
The Art of Connie Karleta Sales
When the power of the human voice speaks in tongues other than everyday spoken language, it is to be found in the deepest roots of artistic expression. When the psyche reaches out into the tactile world to speak visibly about pain, the most essential among human experiences, alongside joy, it reveals itself from the inside outward and once seen irrevocably alters awareness of those privileged to experience it as it unfolds.
An exceptional voice lies within an eye, not only for craft, but for the essential natural of materiality and its innate capacity for storytelling,
You only thought you covered me in stain.
You only thought you were the only one there.
You blinked! And love walked in!
He covered my blanket of stain
With the sweetness of dew in first light.
Oh, you were there, and so was He”
Rainmaker and the Flower
For most of my life, I was a shadow; wrapping myself so tightly in the images of others, I sacrificed any dignity just to breathe. Today, my work is a passionate and seductive theatrical dance of experience, prayer, struggle, questioning, and joy.
As survival is what I have always done, so, I continue to listen and trust her voice. Drawing my words within observation I find truth; and in truth; I find the transcendent stories of building beauty in my world.
“She bears the burdens of her experiences
while being annihilated with love.
The unacceptable object;
She is truth staring at the everyday.
She is an object on display.
Me, as I look into the mirror
and sense the long ago shame
creeping out the skin of my today”
Brave House Secrets
TEARS OF INK
CONVERSATIONS with Paper
River of unbroken rigidity.
Resonate the overcast softness;
mitigate my distress.
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