In the mix #1.

Textures and fabrics and designs... oh, my!
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Happy birthday.

Elegy in a stellar speech
For comfort
In the 500 days of summer
I never once wondered what autumn would bring
Since winter did sting
and spring is around the corner
We are gathered here today, to honor
Two on the
day they selected
Respected the perspective and dimensions
Sentenced to a pair
A graphic to the where
Wearing smiles that provide light for the park in the dark
Centered in the central area
I hear
it's their heart keeping the rhythm when they dance
Can't... get near what you revere
It is clear
Crystallized the patterns in the sheer
thought
See, I think ahead in the spread
And I caught
A glimpse
of this couple; this duo
In thorough visitation of a fancy
Limitations to a grand scheme
Continue into o
Their circle
Radius, uncommercial
Practiced with no rehearsal
So to this I say, it's natural
Sprouting like wildfire, no average growth
They've passed the souls and had to know the body was just a shell
Two peas in a pod
A tale
Of how love would prevail
Previously a veil covered 10 years; these lovers
Returned to a grail, to where eternal happiness is here
Wrapped in mist, I feel
the rain is just a tear
Broken mirror in how a dream scatters to compare
Reflections that au contraire have no similarities
As the chapters read, this story is never near
The end
Pretend to understand how it began
We ran
to the pages where forever is too short
Short of breath
Immeasurable
And so they leapt
Across a broom
Swept off her feet
This awesome groom is causing blooms to happen
Noon in action
Passion audible
Record a tune
Beautiful and even nautical
Applaud the two, on how they're on the same wave
Saltate to a mainstay
May they
infinitely sway on a great stage
Acting as one
No longer shall I address them as two
Too much involved in math to ask how that would add to some
Sum up all they have
And write for what lays hands into a hold
Gorgeous sands
Beseach the beach to time
Each grain, a frame of mind
Sifting through fingers
Piano player and singer
Victor
Winner
Bring her into your arms
According to palms
I'm reading that in song
You are in perfect harmony
Better yet, a melody
A secret best kept to one,
so don't tell it, please
Now where's the garment
Bring it close
He's needle, string into hole
she's thread
Link until it's closed
Tailored to see if clothes are nonpareil to metaphor
And if you're receptive, you might catch it
The bouquet...

G. Arthur ©2010

This was a gift to a dear friend and her husband, with consideration to their upcoming wedding.
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Regality.

Purple label ties have spoiled me, lol. :-(

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Click.

You'd think it was magic, the way I lay out the fabrics.

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Plaid is bad, as bad as plaid.

RRL flannel, j. crew wool bow tie, rl shirt with suede elbow patches. I think I wore that with my madras sneakers. Lol. Mad patterns, yo. Lmao.

I recall a time where I said I would never be caught dead in neither flannel or plaid, and look what has happened. Ha! Smh.
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Slit wrists are raised children that lay in the cut

G. Arthur ©2009
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Don't get caught up in yourself or you won't catch the audience

G. Arthur ©2009
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Eerie.

Lol. Yikes. A table I had done at the coffee cave(45 halsey street; newark, nj; 07102).
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For serious inquiries, email me; address is on the table(lifeuponcanvas@yahoo.com). I try to do freelance artwork here and there. Small sample of it.
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Infamous for madras.

Jack purcell converse are my all-time favourite tennis shoe!
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3-way

Check the breakdown. Enough said... No extra details. Appreciate the color palette and textures. Wools and cashmere.

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Naval base bee busy buzzing.

I had a strong color scheme going with this outfit: navy, yellow and white(right down to the socks, which were navy and yellow; lol).

Apart from the blue gingham, which was just to create a deviation from the striped motif.

Layer 1: shawl toggle sweater*
Layer 2: striped rugby*
Layer 3: dress shirt*

Accessory: repp stripe bow tie

Items not seen: rl jeans(harrison blue - classic fit), jack purcell(distressed navy from j. crew); everything else: ralph lauren*.
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Beauty in the breakdown.

Layer 1: rugby stripe scarf(wool) - gap
Layer 2: jean jacket - gap
Layer 3: herringbone shawl cardigan(cashmere, linen, silk, cotton) - ralph lauren
Layer 4: cardigan(cotton-cashmere) - j. crew
Layer 5: oxford(broadcloath) - ralph lauren

Accessories: bowtie(madras) - ralph lauren

What wasn't seen: rrl jeans(raw indigo), yellow br socks, madras j. crew jack purcell sneakers
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See a sucker? No. Just seersucker.

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Lady lay.

Before the light of the sun can find the surface of your supple skin
Touch a wind's humble fin
Dolphin in a subtle bend, a grin
Again
My friend, I pen what the ray might say before the oasis chases a mirage
I'll send the warmth to your source
Origin in an unbridled force to course
Her place is adjacent to my soul
A face
Facet to a great and precious gem in a glow
Her smile
I know all too well
Familiar to a morning or more acquainted to a soaring leaf
Touring the sea, a sky
A piece of my wiles
I'll try to fight the desire
Temptation penetrating the very fiber of my fire
Woven from a passionate grappling, wrapping ends of my heart
A child I'm made into
Weaving the evening by the means of a thimble
Nimble to needle
I need you to be the quilt I fell for
Tell doors I'm open to your fabric
Patches stitched on, tell all
Slip from a spell's song
Incantation created from the swaying of a branch's shadow
Sank low into the sheets of music
Let's be each other's instrument
Meant for movement
Still the stillness is felt in so many ways
Lay beside me
Invite me to be your side
A lung, aside from a breath
A yes
When no other air is present
The future of our dimensions are blended
It's splendid when seeing how wonderful each second is a complexion
Correction, each minute colored is an hour beyond perfection
Remind a tempest that the flow of our calm is collected
Cascading in an embrace racing rapids, slowly pacing the language
Tracing your lips with every word unsaid
Hugs tread the effect of affection
No regrets in ascension
I'm gracious to the spaces granted
Hand in hand
Not so spacious, the land is where we have landed
Handed an opportunity for unity
Cuddled
Congruent to a couple
A cupful of you, and we will runeth over
Become a nova
Coming over was a nice idea
Eyes slide near the thought of a kiss
Is it time, yet?
Stretched to a caress
Addressed the area and a.m.
Amen
The answer to my prayers
Pillows and hello's
Under covers, covered in layers
Covet the way words still don't need to be said
As I wake up next to you in bed
Instead, I never slept
A dream come true, come hues to a breath

G. Arthur ©2010
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