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Posts tagged ‘escape’

Daily Prompt Love <3 Caged

27 March 2019 

Make art about being caged, about feeling caged, about escaping the cage. 

moco caged

Daily Prompt Love x 3–Motion, Paid, & Bank Robbers, Oh My

20 December 2017

Make art inspired by Newton’s First Law:

An object in motion tends to remain in motion along a straight line unless acted upon by an outside force.

objects in motion

21 December 2017

Make art about paying something off, about something being paid in full.

paid

22 December 2017

A bank in our small town was robbed yesterday. The robber was caught and arrested. When his picture was published, my youngest son realized he had been in the bank when the man came in, that he left just seconds before the robbery took place.

Make art about realizing you left just in time.

crime scene

Daily Prompt Love <3 Breaking Free & Peace

4 November 2017

Make art about breaking out, breaking free. 

breaking out

 

5 November 2017 

Make art about what peace means to you. 

peace to you

Daily Prompt Love Catch-Up <3 Healing, Exits, & Wisdom From Reverend Barber

2 July 2017

Make art about natural healing.

natural healing

3 July 2017

Make art about your exit strategy.

exit plan

4 July 2017

Make art inspired by this quote from the Reverend Dr. William Barber, II

rev barber

 

Daily Prompt <3 Finding That Way Out

 

Happy National Poetry Month!

I love this poem, its fierceness, its choice.

A Message from the Wanderer
by William Stafford

Today outside your prison I stand
and rattle my walking stick: Prisoners, listen;
you have relatives outside. And there are
thousands of ways to escape.

Years ago I bent my skill to keep my
cell locked, had chains smuggled to me in pies,
and shouted my plans to jailers;
but always new plans occured to me,
or the new heavy locks bent hinges off,
or some stupid jailer would forget
and leave the keys.

Inside, I dreamed of constellations—
those feeding creatures outlined by stars,
their skeletons a darkness between jewels,
heroes that exist only where they are not.

Thus freedom always came nibbling my thought,
just as—often, in light, on the open hills—
you can pass an antelope and not know
and look back, and then—even before you see—
there is something wrong about the grass.
And then you see.

That’s the way everything in the world is waiting.

Now—these few more words, and then I’m
gone: Tell everyone just to remember
their names, and remind others, later, when we 
find each other. Tell the little ones
to cry and then go to sleep, curled up
where they can. And if any of us get lost,
if any of us cannot come all the way—
remember: there will come a time when
all we have said and all we have hoped
will be all right.

There will be that form in the grass.

Make art about escape, the “thousands of ways to escape.”

escape-room

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