Wounded Heart Contingent

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Intricate Handmade Fantasy Creatures by Ellen Jewett

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Born in Markham, Canada, Ellen Jewett took to shaping three-dimensional forms naturally at a young age. To Ellen, sculpting has always been about life, biological narratives and cultural statements. The tedious hours of labor act as the mysterious foundation from which each of her sculptures’ personality springs forth.

In 2007 Ellen completed her post secondary education with a degree in Biological Anthropology and Art Critique from McMaster University. She had already started Creatures from El in 2005 and upon graduation plunged into it full-time.

Ellen continues to supplement her knowledge with professional courses and apprenticeships. She aspires to pursue graduate work in anthrozoology whilst maintaining her life as a studio artist.

prostheticlivewire:

same

If I were Batman

prostheticlivewire:

same

If I were Batman

Cut your break lines
Broke the headlights
Waited for you
At the stop sign

Disconnected
The iron lung
Insurance fires
Smothered young

Always
The first one on the scene
A pyromantic
Midsummer night’s dream

Thank you lord
For the oil slick
For the car wreck
For I’m lovesick

Heaven
Sent us a hero
But hell tried my resolve

And when you thought you were done for
I pulled through
While you rested your eyes in the drivers seat
I sat and watched you

Pray for it
Wait for it
Step on the brakes until we are
Over it
Under it
Screaming like bombs for it

Dear me
Ive done it again

Thank you Lord
For the loaded gun
For her solid aim
For I was lonesome

God is smiling down on us
He shines his grace on everyone.

Choke on your forked tongue
as you lie to me again


Smash myself
Smash it all
to the ground
a thousand times
as before

But I can’t
rationalize
anymore

carry me away
on concrete pillows

incinerate me
once more

Love means nothing
to you anymore

blood stains on
the wall
with disfigured forms


end me

I want to believe

I want to believe

these words
i used to scream from the rooftops
now they just
fall like ash from my tongue

So get a hole to hide in
Or some hide to cover up that hole