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Life in Haiku

life spent in the shade
loud cries rip bright my redness
— I damage undone.

CKS

*originally published in Haiku Hub

*feature image – Heal Me Open, breathe me color, 19″ x 13″, digital painting on paper, unframed, $250.00

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gaze between us

Thunder and Light

Air stillness inhales
eyes of the entrapped cosmos
— before breath held just

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

Originally published in Haiku This!

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Perseverance Meets Sustenance

Perseverance Meets Sustenance, digital drawing, CKS

When Perseverance
met Sustenance
embers ignited

into soul fire.

Winter
caressed her shadows;
and peace settled itself
within her heart-walls.

CKS

from series Reflections of Sentient

a growing family tree
drawings of warmth and growth
digital drawing

Winter is here, and for many holidays have arrived. I hope you remember how beautiful you all are.

Tomorrow is #GivingTuesday. A day devoted to supporting your favorite charities. There are also non-official places and people to support as well. Individual people doing awesome things. One such person to consider is:

A Cornered Gurl – Founded/Owned by Tre L. Loadholt, an absolute champion of young writers and a talented writer in her own right. Donations through her PayPal on A Cornered Gurl go to pay an honorarium to writers. Check it out, read, share, subscribe, and consider donating here

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

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Skin of her Skin

Skin of my Skin, ink on paper, 17" x 17" on 20 " x 20" paper, CKS

Reaches into the desires
of her heart and inhales;
builds into action.

She, becoming;
watching her own suffering
being in the gift of an animated life.
CKS

So what’s up?! Fall arrived here in the Blue Ridge, and I am happy to be out. One day, I spent almost my entire time out and in my chair on walkabout up and down Rebel’s Creek, happy to see almost every neighbor I know; too beautiful to stay inside my studio.

As you know, it has been a difficult first part of the year. Rituxan treatment was delayed, and I ended up in an attack, and luckily not like 2018, and, grrrrr; and life continued and treatment worked its way back into my life. My body stabilized once again, and the task of allowing my body to rest, renew, make the gains possible, and adapt where needed. Emotionally and mentally trust myself and care for my person-hood. My very own ‘stay-retreat’; my soul indulging in the skin of her skin; tailoring to its own needs; inhaling into an exhale of ‘okay’.

Then, catch up began. I am still catching up on certain responsibilities, and I am being gentle with myself, and simultaneously know this can and does disappoint, frustrate, and does not meet the needs of others.

I speak to this because sometimes, we as people can beat on ourselves, feel overly guilty to the point of giving up on ourselves; reinforcing some belief we are awful humans.

Truth is can we accept our own fallibility that we will make mistakes. Can we accept ourselves knowing we will disappoint and not meet the expectations we help set up? Take responsibility without denigrating ourselves? What does that look like?

A couple of cool things happened along this way. A team from Microsoft visited my studio, and made a video, and this video ended up being apart of their live event at the beginning of October (video coming soon).

What!!!! Insanely fun. Sweetest, coolest team of people; making it easy for someone not accustomed to be the one in front of the camera in this way. My heart sang sharing how these Surface tools I use today helping make my work possible.

Second, I was given the opportunity to attend a Narrative Medicine Symposium in Asheville. Insanely beautiful and profound. I speak often about my college experience coming into the art department, and feeling that deep sense of being home. This symposium was once again, this gentle yes-sense of coming home.

I belonged. My heart, art, poetry belonged and I knew it within my marrow and pulse of my heart. excitement; comfort. I was exactly where I wanted to be, and I look forward to what continues, what is next.

With that, enjoy Reflections of Sentient, a series I am currently within and growing with. I finished a drawing for a dear friend; based on a poem I wrote for her for Christmas a few years ago. This drawing, she was pregnant, and wanted my help.

Thus, here we are, each drawing born of each other, and growing as a family grows within our human experience.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

*feature image – work in progress, detail of triptych based on quote by Hafiz

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Reflections of Sentient

Reflections of Sentient Connie Karleta Sales

Friendship,
skins peeling in equity;
silken curves that crash down
the edge of my ears,
like waves
feel into you,
into each.

words drip.
you are peace.

Friendship,
writing into my spring;
fall cooing winter’s despair,
bended-tree whispers,
I listen, as
soundness reasons
with her own insanity.

blood-bitters soak.
you are quiet.

Friendship,
music calling as a dove
rippling within sincerity
encircling my smile;
drenched,
seen into water’s edge
satire satisfactions
appease rejoices,
the you within each we.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower


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afternoon in the Telling Place of her studio

To grok in Your being
I unleash in slenders
and leap in-subversive;
substance of my body.

Underwinter,
you follow my
displacement and supplant the
nearness of my come after.

unsubstantial frailties
of my countenance,

hear our prayer.

CKS

paint much love always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a,k,a. This Crooked Little Flower


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i am in love.

with the wind
of steely gray charcoal;
grit and truth.

life of the upside

rolling down hills of my Spring.

I am in love.
I am in love.
love feel Spring am I.

where are you
within your Spring?
CKS

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower


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Heal Me and I Shall Be Healed

Welcome to #firstthursdays; home of the new. From artwork to poetry to whatever the new may be. I am also exploring ways to have fun and make it easy to travel the rabbit holes of Crooked Little Flower. You will start noticing the addition of multiple categories; M-F each have their own particular theme and labeled according to poetry, figure, portrait, you get the idea. Allowing you to explore as you wish; according to your mood, needs, and desires. I have added a tag cloud at the bottom of the site; here you can explore further; the abstract portrait perhaps, or prose poetry versus haiku. Choose your own adventures!


Today, I also want to introduce you to some new available pieces. I am very excited. These are the first finished digital etchings. It feels good to be wearing my printmaker hat again. Many of you already know, I was a master intaglio printmaker. I love the copper plate and all it does with ink and paper.

I would throw my plates on the ground within my pathway of etching and pulling prints as I loved the conversation of unanticipated mark-making; the floor, my feet, and the plates. I used hardground, drypoint, and carborundum predominately.

Today, instead of copper and acid bathes, my Surface Book and jpeg is my plate. Sketchable, Rebelle 3, and Adobe become my grounds. Paper and ink are still paper and ink.


I am simultaneously working on two related series. I am working with Breath, and I am working once again with Jeremiah, “Heal me and I shall be healed. . . .” Portraits and figures are emerging.


Here are the first five. They are editions of 10, signed, numbered, and the jpeg plate retired.



Read the recent interview here


paint much love always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower


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Sketching Breath

Sketching Breath Connie Karleta Sales

Slight wind
leaves are turning, why?
A smile is a blessing to a
loose heart
losing heart.


Colorless soft silence;
Feels as though my chest is caving in.

Gravity hit me.

light harmony
tinker of notes
have nothing
have it all.

love

pain;
transient in
her harmony;

tinkers
notes about everything.

CKS

Sketching Breath, digital drawing, 11 x 8 1/2 in (27.94 x 21.59 cm)
from series in progress, and so I shall be, reflections with Jeremiah,


A single poem; Three poems; dance in the togetherness of love.
My Father , Son, Holy Ghost.

Light of my Christ, Light of universal light; beyond the self of my body. Of Buddha, of you; of other; of we. Daily.

How do you read the words above? Does it change in a day, each hour? This is how my life lives forward. A dance of the flow, of moment unknown; of smiles and tears, miles and rest.

Breath

I lose heart, and I loose my heart. Never a static beat. I breathe in and breathe out. I move and I rest. Does it matter where I go? Does it matter who I am?

I have been drawing next to Jeremiah again. I just love him and all that he is and is not. “Heal me and I shall be healed.” he says. “Save me and I shall be saved.” “for You are my praise.”

That Love within you, the You within you; that dances in the good and the hard. The Buddha’s Breath “. . . and I shall be. . . “

Is it enough? to know I am safe; safe to be who I am.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little flower