Sky
The bluest horizon
Lined with clouds
The freshness of the ocean
Far, wide, deep,
Reaching to touch yet never fully getting ahold of
Salty sweet sweat on my lips
Causing me to be dehydrated and thirsting for more
I smell freshness, clean crisp air
Warm to the touch and warm to the taste
Refreshing and life-giving like a glass of water
Most desired of its attention and affection because with the blue sky comes an orange sun which vibrates worth and fullness
Gaining the heat of life on my skin as it glows into a golden brown
Sweat dripping
Satisfied
Wanting more and more attention like a long lost puppy
To be under the arms of the sun is the warmest place of affection
Like a tender kiss and a strong embrace
Mean what you say and say what you mean
Mean what you say and say what you mean
A ragdoll being thrown around
Under the arm of this child or another
Smelling the decay of the deodorant that only resembles a grown person’s scent
Eyes closed
Can’t see
Hearing horns of traffic around me
I thought we were going to get ice cream
I thought that I was special to you
Grown woman yet mind of a child
So much denial about the abuse
The misuse of trust
Abandoned hope of rescue
For you are my captor
Holding my bondage hostage to what I thought life had to offer
Dragging me again to an unknown land
People who do not see me but can have their feel of my body
No voice
No words to even articulate
Tongue cut out and hanging on display
Around my neck
Along with the 2 inch chain link
Connected to another
I don’t know where we go or even how we got here
My screams sound like gas
Or a sizzling fire
Not audible to any human desire
Because I am a thing
Something that you play with
Not even an animal who is able to get your scraps
I am overlooked while being looked over to make sure I am pleasing
On display for all to point
For all to have their way
Tricked into thinking that tricking was treating
My heart
Torn apart
Antebellum
Historical range
Bells a ringing
Unknown life
I thought I was your wife
But I am just a ragdoll on display
Under the armpit where the deodorant is disappearing
Words of Life
Words of life creating life of words to be spoken
A painted brush tipped in rhythms and butterflies flowing freely
A breath…
Of air felt in the coldest places
Giving and giving until there is nothing left to give
Measures of love against the qualities of life
Extensions and extending yourself until there is no more
Silently recognizing dreams again
Quietly recognizing them as reality
I give myself away so that you can use me
Being held by your love is a reminder of your arms holding me
If this is crazy and all I have left is faith
Then lock me up in your insanity
This non-married state giving life like a wife
Imagining that you would grant me the ability to be held physically like when you hold me spiritually
Not giving less of me but more and more and more and more
Allowing my vessels to flow your blood
As you are the master puppeteer and I am but a doll on sticks
Having the comfort to move in your moves relaxes me
Vulnerable enough not to think
Allowing the strings of life, the breath of life
Swinging one… so you can use me
Now that’s love… and life and hope
Candace Eldridge is an Abstract Artist based in Atlanta, GA. Her art consists of Original Mixed Media paintings are reflective of ethnicity, culture, religion, and life as a whole. The artist also goes by CLEARTISTRY.
Many of her works of art came as a result of reflecting upon her own life situations and having a literal picture pop up in her head. As a way of expression, she began to paint. This resulted in over 50 works of art from small to large.
As an artist on the rise, Candace has been selling her art since 2009 to the public. She has also been able to showcase her art in different online forums as well as local venues in Atlanta, GA.
"The greatest thing about being an artist is exploring the boundaries of your own personal limitations. I am constantly challenging myself to try different mediums, textures, and mixed media for new creations. The beauty behind the creative process is that as long as I keep trying, the more creativity comes from my hand. My goal is to continue to observe the colors of life and try to mimic what I see on each canvas. My inspiration comes from the structure of life. Growing up, I used to draw caricatures and clothing. My fascination with faces and clothes lead to me making my own creations. Even to this day, I pay close attention to the details of people, places, and things. I found a reason to make things pretty. Each piece has a meaning that waits for the viewer to interpret it."
If you are interested in owning some of Candace's work or having her show her work for an event, please send a message via Facebook at https://goo.gl/SA0mt4or or email at CLEARTISTRY@GMAIL.COM.