Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Style Me......
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Music to my ears
I hear the jingle jangle of your keys at the door.
Building a sensation in my bones to move.
Running to the door with my tiptoes on, like the pitter patter of children.
Mouth inhale & exhales the wind of the outside world.
Quiet storm.
Raging inside like a lion ready to roar.
On the prowl.
I am the animal, you my prey.
Listening to the shift of the lock to be undone.
I hear you breathe.
Smooth, jazzy sounds of a saxophone that your soul brings through the hinges.
I wait, I listen, I reminisce. "On the love we had"
Opening of the door brings in outside noises of today's hip hop & rap.
The ignorant joys of today's society.
I step back, disturbed, but turn to look at your body & soul of r&b, neo-soul, jazz instruments & harmonious oldies of the 60s through 80s.
Like spoken word, your feet walking towards me relay the poetry voiced over the live band of your heart.
I hear the mellow yearning tone of piano keys playing in each blink of your eyes.
A song without words that describe what each pulsating beat of your life will deliver to me.
A deep, passionate kiss.
And that.....
Is music to my ears.
-QSS.
No Need for High Beams
This moon is the most AMAZING tonight!!!!!! Its like one of my paintings illuminated in the night sky!
Like the first street light to turn on on your block.... This is the calling.
Time to turn to your home and engage in the night time.
This night sky.
So bright and powerful!
Just like our love.
Even darkened roads don't show signs of dimming.
No need to drive with caution.
So i follow the moon to the ends of the Earth & partner with the stars.
Only to catch up to Neptune & land on his heart.
He shines, with the Moon.
No need for high beams.
-QSS
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Engulfed
April 7 2011 8:50am
I want to express this feeling. I can't be helped without the question of money being present. Its not a sign, its just a calling. Call to the wild. Call to my spirits. Unsettled time elapses in my mind. Like unfinished sex in a room full of vultures. All watching & waiting to see what I will do next so they can have a chance to quench on my flesh. Angry & frustrated. Flustered, but I hold steady. Like the strength on a woman. Performing Kegels & holding his instrument of ecstasy inside her. He is already strong but she makes him stronger. I am the vagina & the penis. I engulf my insides & outsides to hold me high in honesty. Honestly I'm trying, had tried long & hard....... To push through openings befitting & unfit for me. Most times unasked, I have raped this society & gave it my unborn children, in my own culture, views, & talents. Like the man having no life destination, I throw the condom away & give this world all that I have, from the womb, my Queenly essentials. Pure creativity expanded in my spirit. I paint the lines of my emotions. Stroking lines of life onto many canvases! Sex for my soul comes closer & grows a deep tingling feeling inside my body. Touches my fingers like a cool breeze on the hots of 99 degrees in the summer. I quiver & the power exudes through me. Pouring an inebriated orgasm that couldn't be contained. I came on this planet.
-SpaceMartian QSS.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Figure me out!

If you dont know me, Dont persist with trying to judge this cover until you read the book.
Not one page is the same. No letter repeated.
Yes conceited, but confidence rides my bones and forever encourages me to push forward and be the difference I see myself as.
When questioned about this next tattoo... Why A Sleeve?!?!?
First of all, I am me! No questions asked, so I will do as I choose.
Second. Tattoos are my favorite display of freedom & expression of art within and on myself.
Never felt pain. Thanks to a sacred high tolerance for pain through meditation.
I have 8 tattoos, and havent really approved of letting others join in on the sight of me enduring my ink.
If you take the chance and look deep into the sleeve, you'll see deep into me and all that I stand for. All that I live for. Art.
More will be added.
One right arm is not enough. For this life of mine. Space Martian, has no time limit. Just most chances and obligations for exploration and growth... onto my whole body.
By my hands.
Ink. Figure me out!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Scarifications on Surface
Freedom of speech, emotion, & expression.ART!
On the body or on the canvas.
My body is my art, more than the pre-stretched canvas that the acrylic sets in.
I let the ink settle deep, not just on my surface but through the circumference of my dermis.
More permanent than the epidermis......

More people tend to judge scarifications and body modifications as sin, but from birth and early childhood years do parents pierce their childrens ears, and in other coutries are tattoos and scarifications rituals and ceremonies for youth to enter adulthood.
http://www.larskrutak.com/articles/Benin/index.html

Understanding and openmind acceptance are things that are hard for people to do without passing judgment on decisions of others. This blog link below shows different rituals and body modifications/scarifications in other regions of the world that some percieve as taboo, and others see as acceptance in religion and ancestry.
http://unusual-things.blogspot.com/2009/01/extreme-body-piercing-branding.html
If we havent known by history that Otzi the IceMan, King Tut and Buddha had stretched earlobes. These are figures that have progressed and gave life to our futures. Many Buddhist monks follow rituals by tattooing their bodies with ancient art that classifies their status in society. Through research shows that even mummies of pharoahs and egyptians had tattoos. Same as we do in society today.


Sometimes we need to ask questions and try to acknowledge other perceptions of why they do things in life and hear their explanations of what they do to their body and the meanings that these modifications carry. It may be so much more deeper than you could ever know by just looking and being critical.

Many critiques throughout society associate tattoos and other body modifications as taboo between gender. I dont understand this because in life, women deal with the most pain as far as childbirth. And is a known fact that most women have a higher tolerance for pain than men. Either way, I believe however you choose to depict your life and art through your body is BEAUTIFUL, and should be appreciated. Pain isnt forever, but spirit and soul is...........


So next time you see me, with my current 8 tattoos, and soon to be sleeved left or right arm. 4 ear piercings, 2 of which are currently being stretched. 1 nose piercing, and 1 navel ring. If you choose to pass judgment, just keep moving or take this...

....because I dont care to accept critiques and judgment from people who arent open to the free expression of others. This life is for Art and that is what I choose to live. My Body is my art. The moving Canvas. And I'm not stopping aanytime soon, as long as my body permits me to give it temporary pain, we will endulge in the gifts. I am in the rebellion! Drastic moves to be made. Lioness and Queen of all nature. Inner spirit and outer space.
-QSS




