king face

you sat down on an unwanted discarded milk crate

you drew the faces

pale, happy, sad and hungry faces

they came from far away to see the spectacle

deep inside

my heart kept on beating

wanting, yearning for just a piece of your soul

but i can only imitate and disgracefully mock your soul

you are a rock

overabundance of love and imagery has hurt you

and at times it has trampled all over your bones

they have called you worthless and crazy

but today i will call you KING

did you know that the sound of your milk crate

scraping against the pavement

reminded me of the song "Money" by Pink Floyd?

poem by Jose Delhart

inspired by Felix Morelo's art

please watch this video in relation to the poem

1420 FACES around Union Square by Felix Morelo (720x405) from ponownie on Vimeo.

A. Bogs and the Orange Tent

I had a dream the other night where my good friend A. Bogs and I were in a tent. He then walked over to me, and showed me a newsprint sketchbook where he had several pages with the same drawing: the skeleton of an orange tent. He then told me he was going to be drawing some activity that was to take place in these orange tents. I made a quick drawing of the dream on my sketch book as I took a break from ambulance driving.

He Came To See Us Pray

Another ambulance drawing keeps a smile on my face. ;)

JD

Your Image

Here is a drawing I made on my notebook inspired by a patient I had yesterday. The cheap dollar store markers and Bic ball point pens are working out very well. Hope you enjoy it.

JD

EMS BOREDOM STRIKES AGAIN

I drew this little hip hop dancer on my nitrile glove while waiting at the ER for my partner to finish up his PCR. He kindly recorded this video of the dancer showing off his dance moves on a camera phone. Hope you enjoy it. DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!

STANDBY

Being an EMT is a hard job. Long hours, back breaking work, sad situations and speeding around to get to the ER. But there are times (standby) when you can chill out and let go of the stress by sitting in back of the ambulance looking like a ninny or drawing silly faces on our surgical gloves.

She Greets Me With Monsters

She greets me with monsters

but they don't scare me

In fact they make me feel like I'm 8

instead of 96

If I could only live with them

They seem so happy and perfectly in place

Grape juice is their beverage of choice

Nothing else but grape juice

Spur of the moment poem inspired by my good friend Teresa Fahlbusch's monsters.