Pollock's Passionate Fling

This work may have been the collaborative brainchild of a creatively inclined couple, but once the love affair was finito our lovely contributer received full possession of the masterpiece. I think each piece up here tells you something about the nature of the deceased relationship, RIP, and I can't help observing the chaos, passion, and drama that went into the flinging of paint on this gem! Oooh, lala.

You Lucky Duck, You

This piece was created by the owner's high school sweetheart. I'm not sure what's going on here, but I suspect there's an inside joke involved... or a duck fetish. Names were removed to protect the innocent.

Paradise Lost (and found)

One of our lovely ladies found this gem hiding out under her bed. This beauty dates back from high school, aww!

Under My Umbrella-ella-ella...

I have no idea what the deal is with this one... but I love it. Especially how the artist labeled the sun for further clarification. Thanks for contributing!

Poetic Injustice?

The best part about this entry is that our aspiring Shakespeare here sent our lovely contributer this poem... and it's about some other woman! Tsk!

Rondel for Ariel on the Beach

Completeness is, by nature, incomplete.

Look at the stars. So strange to meet you here,

your sweatshirt torn and wet sand in your hair.

You say that you're from Baltimore. Your feet

seem far too tan for that. And in this heat,

the coolness of your not-too-drunk demeanor

is made complete by nature. Incomplete

connect the dots of stars. I met you here

when Greg said you were into art, you eat

only foods starting with letters A through R.

How cool. Let's stay away from vinegar,

and what the hell, I'm lonely, it's almost three.

Completeness is, by nature, incomplete.

Sweet 16

A friend found this relic among her CDs from high school. A wonderful slice of sweet sixteen to start your morning... Enjoy!

Hypermasculine Orgasm #3

I have an intense emotional attachment to this painting. I refuse to bury it in the depths of my closet, yet displaying it on my wall has caused a multitude of problems with current suitors.

"Why?" you ask.

Perhaps it's because it was painted by my ex-boyfriend. Perhaps it's because it's a life-sized portrait of a professional body builder. Perhaps it's because my ex-boyfriend titled the painting, Hypermasculine Orgasm #3... I simply can't say for sure.

Love me, love the body builder. -Scarlett