Yesterday I had to drag myself out of bed for another long, Ricky-less Sunday where he worked a double at the Subhouse. I had promised Lori that I would meet up with her in the mall and walk around, catch up, and people-watch, her favorite thing to do. The spoiled side of me didn’t wantContinue reading “A Visit with Lori”
Author Archives: Stephanie Staup
Andrew
I remember when I was working at Donatos by the base during college in 2012. One particular night, a customer came to the counter while I was at the cut table. He looked to be in his late 20’s, early 30’s. I’m a little fuzzy, but I recall him wearing a military uniform, grasping aContinue reading “Andrew”
Shine On
Earlier today mom tagged me in an article about Pink Floyd, which included a more in-depth perspective of how Syd Barrett’s “cheese slid off the cracker” when the band got famous. When was the last time I felt a spiritual movement while listening to Shine On You Crazy Diamond? I lashed out for the BluetoothContinue reading “Shine On”
DAI Roman Bust experience
An empty room of ancient Greek marbles, unguarded, and my permeable inspiration waiting to be molded. And it was shaped a bit that day, for when I glanced in the room I saw Him. Yes, Him with a capital H, because he was and never was human, nor a remake of human, but a standardContinue reading “DAI Roman Bust experience”
Sketches to music
So I’ve been struggling with art a little bit lately, and I wanted to utilize my subconscious, intuition and my imagination all at the same time. These are short, 3-5 minute sketches made while listening to experimental music. In other words, this is what the music looks like in myContinue reading “Sketches to music”
A creature of the war, you areTo kill
A creature of the war, you areTo kill with such audacity, And prey on me, I must deploreShows lack of your sagacity
My Heart
My heart is but a fishing bobber:Pallid and crimson, split in color.When casted from pole, to sea, or lakeor pond, perhaps. Floating uneasy atop the drift, To billow in ripple; bobbing over forgotten wakes. To reel it in would be a lost causeBecause one would save a thing if it were drowningBut for what? For what?To saveContinue reading “My Heart”
I can pinpoint the date I lost my Christian faith
April 3, 2009North Carolina, six more hours to go Death is inevitable. I repeat this in my head whenever I’m travelling. My weight is being moved at seventy a mile. I’m not home; I’m not on my land. Yet, what is staying on my land uncomfortable comfort zone compared to the pride of experience and theContinue reading “I can pinpoint the date I lost my Christian faith”
I discovered the secret of how to make my colors realistic on accident-I’m making the choice not to explore it- I feel like I … I’m not ready yet.
The Stories Behind Dayton’s Masterpieces
The Stories Behind Dayton’s Masterpieces In the Dayton Art Institute, the historical treasures hanging for all to see not only display the artists masterwork, but reveal a glimpse of that era’s contribution towards the growth and prosperity of the human race; stories that, if attempted to be written down, could not carry the magnitude ofContinue reading “The Stories Behind Dayton’s Masterpieces”
The Human Healer’s Stories 