Keeping my head above water...is like a daily ritual
without an end in sight.
I feel...that I resemble a spider clinging to life
on an invisable thread;
For...I am surviving through the strength of my design
and the pattern of my intricate web.
Confusion...sometimes is only an illusion to the race
I constantly run.
There seems to be so many different directions,
that...I could follow in this man made maze;
So...I keep surging straight ahead...trusting totally in
that authoritative voice...from within...without asking.
Milo Von Strom
Man Of Clay
Everytime...I work with Clay
a warm feeling of oneness with the earth
gently washes over my soul.
Because...I know that this wounderful skill
that I have is a gracious gift from God.
And...there is no more wounderful feeling
on this earth...
Than to be able...to create...what you dream.
Milo Von Strom
a warm feeling of oneness with the earth
gently washes over my soul.
Because...I know that this wounderful skill
that I have is a gracious gift from God.
And...there is no more wounderful feeling
on this earth...
Than to be able...to create...what you dream.
Milo Von Strom
Raptor In Waiting
This is another one of my lithographs that I did in undergraduate school in Eau Claire, Wisconsin around 1976.
Spin And Create
She gave me her heart
and I placed it gently
on my potters wheel,
spinning and shaping it
as I desired.
I glazed her innocent eyes
with a lover's passion,
as I sealed our love
with a smoldering kiss.
She was a shiny new possession
unique in her design,
but then there was another...
waiting for me, to spin and shape;
so I set her aside...
like all the others...before
who learned to late,
that a potters...only true love
is to spin and create.
Milo Von Strom
and I placed it gently
on my potters wheel,
spinning and shaping it
as I desired.
I glazed her innocent eyes
with a lover's passion,
as I sealed our love
with a smoldering kiss.
She was a shiny new possession
unique in her design,
but then there was another...
waiting for me, to spin and shape;
so I set her aside...
like all the others...before
who learned to late,
that a potters...only true love
is to spin and create.
Milo Von Strom
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
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