MilkDog
Probably brings to mind a lactating canine, however that is not what this is about.
MilkDog was a project, a concept, a quirky and fun theme to a particularly wonderful vein of inspiration I tapped into last fall during my final year of my BFA (bachelor of fine arts). It was an outlet for me to communicate a curious questioning, an alternative understanding and potential for redefining the particularities of life, art, love. At the end of the semester, the physical realization of MilkDog accumulated to a few paintings/drawings of Milk and Dogs, a pile of thinking papers and a handful of beat-poetry arrangements…. but in my creative mind, in my saucy attitude maker and in the most cherished parts of heart, MilkDog was so much more. But then I abandoned MilkDog. I got real sick, real fast, and left it all behind me. That was January. In the days after leaving, I kept MilkDog alive through some personal writing.
One page thinks…
Maybe MilkDog is what I’m supposed to give.
The next page, tail between his legs…
Worried myself sick
milkdog
dog damn
broke
walk away
dog
broke my heart
At some point in my
But dog, the milk is back. I’m here to talk about it, to reflect and understand, to share my story, to hopefully reignite my temporarily broken inspiration…
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