Name: Devon Grey
Artistic Focus: Multimedia Crafting, Poetry, Design
Background: Born in Portland, OR. Living in Vallejo, CA
Website: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Devon-Grey/655329381226382
Etsy Link: http://glassfables.etsy.com/
Through an iron gate and up a twisted path, a sprawling porch eases you into the comfort and intricacy of a classic Californian revival Victorian home, but something is different here. Inside, it contains expertly curated collection of unique and one-of-a-kind treasures which breathe life and creativity into the open hallways. The curator's touch is dark and full of poetic instinct which is precious to anyone lucky enough to be welcomed inside. In its essence, the house is a representation of the artistic spirit that haunts it; the house has history, its unique, and its presence will persist for a long time to come. All of these things are a reflection of Devon Grey; a Vallejo based artist who fuses her unique style into design, poetry, glass art, and jewelry. In this episode of Arty Pants, we go on site to her home to speak with her about how she draws inspiration from her surroundings to fuel her artistic passions.
The Overalls:
Artists Mentioned
- Jackson Pollock (Wikipedia)
- Vincent Van Gogh (Wikipedia)
- Yong Ho Ji (Artist Site)
- Kristy Mitchell (Artist Site)
- Marta Klonowska (Gallery Bio/Site)
Bands Mentioned
- Saliva (Youtube Channel)
- Breaking Benjamin (Youtube Channel)
Books Mentioned
- How to make yourself miserable (Amazon Link)
- Aesop’s Fables (Amazon Link)
- Kiss Kiss (Amazon Link)
by Devon Grey
Floating down a petal laden path
lined of candelabras of the past.
Black corset of opulent brocade,
sinuous swept skirt of tulle and crepe.
Silk ribbons streaming from my hair,
the scent of foreboding in the air.
Broken chandeliers slowly swaying
from trees which are decaying.
A September ceremony drenched in sighs,
set amidst images of twilight lullabies.
Violins echoing hauntings
of bitter sweet symphonies.
My eyes fixed on my destiny
as he proudly stands in front of me.
A distant shot sounding of thunder
penetrates thoughts of two loves torn asunder.
Vows filled with promises of hopes elated,
beneath an altar of ruins becomes ill-fated.
A single white gardenia bloom
stained to red from blood soaked doom.
A second shot sent resonated
as my beloved falls permeated.
Loved ones once gathered here
only to witness two lives disappear.
Into a blackened night
our souls together will take flight.
Realizing this day a dream,
not of life but a black wedding.
As I take my last breath,
I see our love story's depth.
It's that of two immortal of heart
even in death shall never part.
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