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Art By Bianca

A work in progress.
Aug 21

A work in progress.

Ambience (Cover Art) by Bianca Weeko Martin

Oil on canvas

2014
Aug 19

Ambience (Cover Art) by Bianca Weeko Martin

Oil on canvas

2014

Aug 12
Today I made my first real art sale! Pictured here is Asante, a motivational speaker and generous patron of my work, holding a print of my original piece, Aquaphobia.
Aug 11

Today I made my first real art sale! Pictured here is Asante, a motivational speaker and generous patron of my work, holding a print of my original piece, Aquaphobia.

Eleven PM, Vatican City: Fast pacers and line waiters Cast unlingering shadows On the travertine grid. In the eyes of statues and gulls Who fill the air above I am unmoving Transfixed, as the world is, For this slight in time. Still, the ochre streaking ground And pillar touching sky Tell me that this moonlit ring Breathes something bigger Than what you and I Breathe. Does God live here? Perhaps. Or perhaps He lives in the spaces Between me and mom and dad and William Stretching out our toes and asses On these sacred grounds.

Aug 6
On Sacred Grounds
Commonplace Book Doodles (Part 1)
Aug 6

Commonplace Book Doodles (Part 1)

Emma on Cello (Commission) by Bianca Weeko Martin

Watercolour on paper

2014
Jun 12

Emma on Cello (Commission) by Bianca Weeko Martin

Watercolour on paper

2014

May 28

In August, you take me by the hand 
We’ll watch one more moon 
Cast its jaundiced aureole 
On our blood fever— Hot with sin, Tempered with time— 
Then fade 
Easing in a new morning 
That will end the art of you and I, 
Entwined, 
The gilded hallmark of summers past 
And summers never tasted 
Again.

May 19

At four in the morning, eyes alight, I dove. The sea, a jarring green and blood red brew, Held cameo to a girl in breathless fauve I watched her face fade to oblivion blue At four in the morning, eyes alight, I scaled A tower roused high in stagnant ritual. The city winked below, my hand in parting hailed My niche a drifting discard above a world held virtual At four in the morning, eyes alight, I clenched Unrelenting legs and ocellus mosaic, Recluse’s crawl, a phantom on flesh Fingers and limbs one—a wedding prosaic Phobia and Inspiration Existing never apart I will show you fear In a handful of art.

May 8