Art during the Captain's dinner?

The Director's speech was long, the plate was inviting and the fork became my brush...

(I did this one in Bangkok, almost 2 months ago!)

Welcome to my hole - part one

I am going through some things right now. Things that have pushed me to see new limits and things that have flexed me up to breaking point. I just cried a good hour or so, spoke with my Kiwi mama and then finished this heartcry:

“Welcome to my hole”
She said and fell back into The Chair
“Welcome to my hole”
she cried, saddened with despair
“Welcome to my hole”
She warned, “it’s rather lonely here”

“Welcome one and welcome all”
“Welcome young and welcome old”
“Welcome to my deep dark hole”

In the corner, against the wall
She sat, looking for support
In the darkness away from light
She hid, scared to show her face
At the bottom, on her knees
She prayed, “LORD, LORD help me now”