Scantily Clad Insanity, Provocative Tagging and Poetry!!! Testing One, Two, Three

(this post is dedicated to my church-going friend, Nicole)

So a couple of weeks ago, I was facebook wall chatting with a friend whose initial status was questioning the integrity of people will go to great lengths of craziness. . .to gain a readership online. I can’t remember the actual conversation per se, only that I wanted to write a blog about it so here I am. . . with this experiment.

OK, I confess this is post is inspired in part by a very needy desire to increase readership  (a very large part so go ahead and shoot me already, I deserve it. . .)

but also (to continue with what I was saying before that last parenthetical). . . also a furious curiosity to see what will happen after I’ve attached the following tags/links and/or language to this artist’s blog:


reclining nudes,

naked ladies,


erotic poetry.

bipolar illness

You could call  it a hypothetical experiment, or some other kinda sciencey thing that indicates scholarly involvement, experiment in which a part of me finds itself feelin kinda jazzed about making waves in these otherwise calm waters (so far the seventh biggest day I’ve had around here was an artist interview that included a couple of nude paintings. . . accompanied by a buxomy shot of the budding and lovely young artist 😉  )

and the other part finds itself feelin kinda nervous. . .about what to expect in the aftermath of such a blatant attempt to draw attention to oneself.

Introductions first perhaps and check out this sclera slash aqueous matter in the baby blues up here. . .”hi, i’m tess; part-time artist/ part-time community college instructor . . .

And truth be told, I kind of had to draw the line at actual pornography as mostly I find the stuff to be boring and exploitive. . .and so as not to throw my unsaved soul completely overboard.. . .and end up getting devoured by a drunken boat at the corner of Scylla and Charybdis, I’ve decided to limit my tagging vocabulary to “art” and insanity words.

So here I am at any rate, having tied myself to the mast. .. seasick with sirens blaring loud in cyberspace. All kinds of things to worry about now and fodder for serious neurosis.

Anyway, here goes nothing.

Exhibit A, some original art with an erotic theme followed by exhibit B, a poem on the topic of a semi clad exboyfriend, one having sold himself out to find work as a model for phone-sex.

"Orchestral" 9x12 mixed media on paper, piece inspired by the poetry of Mary McCrary Ladd, --Tess Farnham, 8/2011

At any rate, I have just discovered what would happen to my experiment by posting this title in the WordPress promotional forum. 

And that is a swift reprimand about the misuse of tags. . .which is kind of embarrassing even when you are just kidding around. 

So I won’t actually be attaching any of the tags I said I would use.  And truth be told, I never did.  Even from the beginning.

In some future post, I guess maybe I will write about about PRETENDING I attached too many provocative tags, and then admit I totally chickened out in the end. 


exhibit b: to be continued at a later date



Barracudas of the Nile

Lately I guess I’ve been writing a lot about the dark side of art brain, the side we can be reticent to talk about in polite conversation,where even the most well-meaning of friends and close contacts are put upon to come up with immediate solutions and earnest attempts to help you climb out of the well you’ve fallen into. . .

or gloss things over with words of encouragement you’re not quite ready to hear.

I don’t know about the rest of you, but that kind of awkwardness just makes me want to hide like a dying animal.  Because I am fairly certain that in a depressed state of mind, I’m about as much fun to be around as a road-kill barracuda. . .

which would be a fitting metaphor if killer fish could swim across asphalt.

At any rate, I digress.

At some point in my self-imposed exile with time off to go and teach, pockets stuffed with diet coke and kleenex for weeping over the current state of readiness for post-secondary education. . ..

At some point after having talked my feet into moving across the bedroom floor to the barnyard. . .I must get back on the horse and try to ride it out somehow. . .

and as I am too poor to own a horse or even a saddle,  I’m trying the only kind of sustenance there is (aside from brainwashing and following the teachings of Constantinian Capitalist Jesus, no relation to the actual guy who was closer in his political affiliations to George Thorogood than the other George if you take the time to actually study the man, which most people in this state of mind cannot be bothered with . . .)

when we live at the bottom of the food chain. . .

and that salvation comes from a saturation of the angriest, craziest, anti-establishment sex, drugs, rock and roll blues one can download onto a cd.

                                       Blonde on Blonde Album cover, Columbia Records, borrowed as “fair use”  for minimalist critiquing purposes and music recommendation

And to supplement that activity, and in the interest and respect for the dual nature of  humanity, yin and yang, instant karma, etc. ..I have also  found these little self-empowerment and law of attraction gems of youtube to be kind of helpful so I’m trying to get back into them.  No seriously.  There was a time when they were actually helping some.  🙂  (Significantly more than those cozy little end of days numbers put out by “Doing it with Betty.” )

In the meantime, thank God for apples, hay, and Idiot Wind at your back: