Joce Gaia Artist One time she wished She had been born a boy. I'm lying! She wished it time and again- Ruddy tomboy pigtails fluttering in breeze, Chasing gang of guys Celebrating scrapes on knees and shins. Kissing toads, puppies and bark, Curling gangly limbs ’round waist of trees. First dance with nature, Scent of little animals, Youth's first perfume. Wrestling with emerging artist's mind, Born of Rubenesque virgin pink flesh. Arms over chest melded in sweat, Pulse of heart gives heart to pulse, Fingers shape clay in hand, Risking a tighter bolder hold, Squeezing Astarte to life, from softened rock, Emulating, hips gyrating, her own solid form. Rocking in grass deep, Embracing moist, warm loam, oh how she has grown. Now painting, brush holding, Pulling, moaning in climactic draw, Falling, legs spread-eagle Giving birth to eagle spread. Voluptuous entity Sucking life and form, From raw panel white, Robust with large laughter, Drawing a thousand points of light, Colt crosses rolling hills and long-haired fields. One time she wished she was a boy Not anymore, for today... She is Queen of the Canvas. 2006.02.14 Joce Weir - an enigma, wrapped in a conundrum sprinkled with faery dust. See samples of Joce Weir's artwork at JoceWeir.deviantart.com Her partner Will's art is at red-aardvark.deviantart.com