by Alex Pullen | Dec 18, 2013 | writing
They say an Artist’s role in life, is to hold a mirror up to society. Others say Art, is a hammer with which, we smash the mirror itself… I stand in a room full of mirrors, holding a hammer… Shall I wield it? Or ditch it, and find a more subtle...
by Alex Pullen | Nov 11, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
– Journals – Stacks of journals on the floor. Piles of pages of insight. Filtering back through time. searching… finding old threads and grasping. Reliving the passion and dusty emotions. Turning more pages, back deeper and deeper. Crawling into the...
by Alex Pullen | Nov 7, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
With no one else present I relate to the Self. Full-brimming with emotional solvents I dissolve all thats left. Riding no-hands smiling beneath a clipped crescent moon… With so much room, so much room beneath myself and above the sky so black and bluely true....
by Alex Pullen | Oct 22, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
Emerging early, to catch the first rays, I walk to the knoll beneath the cherry trees. My unfurling of this tattered mat is a quiet gesture of self-love… of devotion. An embodiment of a fiery passion for life. My intention this morning… as the mat softly...
by Alex Pullen | Oct 9, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
Patience is the science of peace. I stand here writing a love poem to the world, on the street corner of a grocery store. Watching the cars drive by, sweeping leaves away from the sliding glass door. Inside I feel the lights, the hours, the familiar faces… I...
