Sunday, February 25, 2018
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Friday, February 23, 2018
Thursday, February 22, 2018
Winter Iowa City by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
On the streets of Iowa City Shooting a Winter storm. From 1990 to 1994 I lived with my Brother in Iowa City off and on doing photography and spending time with the Pollack painting at the museum, and going through the art books at the university art library.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Monday, February 19, 2018
Sunday, February 18, 2018
Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
They're just another ordinary
Eating and pooping machine
Praying to God
And wearing bonnets.
Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
Eating and pooping machine
Praying to God
And wearing bonnets.
Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
Saturday, February 17, 2018
Monday, February 12, 2018
Dining Room from the 80's by Artist troy Richard Thomas
The dog laying down underneath the table was named Cher. She was like a shark when we were eating dinner.
Bullshit Repellent, Gingerbread Man Giving The Finger by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
The Bullshit Repellent was given to me on my birthday. Gingerbread Man giving the finger was baked in my 1st Grade class at Woodrow Elementary. My beer can collection Knoxville Worlds Fair, Billy Beer, President Carters bucktoothed brother. YMCA PeeWee League Basketball Trophy McNeer, Austad, Holldefer, Monte, Netzl, Stiles
Friday, February 9, 2018
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Sunday, February 4, 2018
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
Life is a mystery, life is a sham
Life goes down in flames
No one cares which way you fall
I stand in the cold lands burning with fire
I am alone but for the rocks and trees and the mini bear that steals crumbs from my hand
It is a pity I don't get to see her anymore, someone to destroy the boredom and warm my toes
With only the stars over head, I search for her face
A million pebbles gather on my body
I can't push them away
A trillion thorns push into my skin
My life is lost when my lips no longer kiss her
I paint a golden person on a golden cross
Life is lost in the disarray and chaos of humankind
You must gather all the pieces
And sweep them away.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
Life goes down in flames
No one cares which way you fall
I stand in the cold lands burning with fire
I am alone but for the rocks and trees and the mini bear that steals crumbs from my hand
It is a pity I don't get to see her anymore, someone to destroy the boredom and warm my toes
With only the stars over head, I search for her face
A million pebbles gather on my body
I can't push them away
A trillion thorns push into my skin
My life is lost when my lips no longer kiss her
I paint a golden person on a golden cross
Life is lost in the disarray and chaos of humankind
You must gather all the pieces
And sweep them away.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
Saturday, February 3, 2018
Friday, February 2, 2018
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