Cavalier Lover

Welp... Let's see.

     So I found a pretty old poem I wrote maybe 4 or 5 years ago, I don't remember anymore.

I used to write a lot, i have about 4 journals.. which i'm thinking of burning .. but i digress..

I named the poem Cavalier Lover.

     I came across this picture of Evan Peters and it just struck me as what a cavalier lover would look like and act like:  disinterested, apathetic, careless, arrogant, etc. So I printed and distressed .. maybe a bit too much, the poem and just stuck it on. I used Tim Holtz's Distress Ink in Soot and Vintage Photo.

I would apologize for the lack of clarity, but I without shame admit I was too lazy to take more 

pictures.

       The background colors I chose to match the picture of him and distress the poem to create more of a contrast so it pops up in your face.
        My professor pointed out to me how much I use words in my art and how it is sort of my trademark. I never noticed because I don't do it on purpose. I guess it comes from a subconscious urge to literally express myself.

Since the pictures are blurry, here is the poem.

Cavalier Lover
Captivated, Charmed
Like the sirens who have men hypnotized.
Your voice led the way, followed you into the dark.
You were the serpents alluring disguise.
Downward spiral into the abyss of your grip.
Now caught in a whirlwind of lies.

You're a mess
A torn drifter.
Your riotous and lawless ways of life,
A matchless medley, causing all of your distractions.
The beginning of my strife.

You're now a hoax, a fraud.
You're false love personified,
the Judas who sold me a lie.
Evidence of fabricated tall tales, of love and devotion
Were the smoking gun to this case.
And i truly see now, If I was with you,
It would only be turmoil and dissension I would face.

You're a tool,
A selfish deviant.
Anyone who crosses your path will end up the fool.
You're not who you once were.
I won't betray my beliefs
And love your doppelganger.
I won't let you collect my soul, during the search of your own.
I'm stripping you of your power.
Consider yourself dethroned.
So checkmate, this game is over.
I'll say goodbye to a Cavalier Lover.

             I look back now and it does come off as pretty emotional but I guess that's why we write. I was young and pissed off. But isn't that the best way to be? The point in life is to never let the passion die; to avoid the numbness you inevitably inherit through adulthood.  It is through this fire inside, that anything is possible.