The Artist and the Aviator

" The Closing Chapters " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán The closing chapters reaching impasses tiny missiles tracking friendly crowds like statues derived in fact from climactic comparisons of declarative subject matters like dignity and compassion as human interactions while suppressing trivialities almost automatically with rational clarity presenting heroic aspects aiming at exactitude suffused with luminous atmospheres surrounding champions with crisp human narratives as staggering archetypal tales having learned all about vastness expansive stamping dances crinoline skirts flaring flickering pitch blackness...

" Based Mainly on Re-Phrasing " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Based mainly on re-phrasing until the late everyday posing playmates appearing in mirrors against pictures of flourishing bewilderment as official religions from individuals however unrealistically yet prevailing into antiquity like discerning minorities profiting from the experience of little-known early works sharply lit and intensely realistic sensed differences in pictorial breadths partially indebted to unseen threats foreshortened and off of center strongly suggesting a preference for etching on copper plates with resin with the passing of earthly pleasures thought to be widespreading remnants of jewel-like freshness half-peeled lemons still smelling of zest...

" Devoting a Good Part " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Devoting a good part to delightfully incongruous fashionable armor as antimonumental counterparts of fanatical flash mobs feeling astonished by the effects of  "The Arts" admirably adapted as relief panels having survived intact as asymmetrically abstract challenging tasks with strong contrasts like commanding golden bands of attitudes shared replete with nude models in life classes creating elaborate anatomical patterns in theory and in practice on heroic scales...

" What Happened? " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán What happened to the problematic uncertain aspects of a new attitude? being played against the classical balance of a peculiarly fascinating fantastic as shocking impacts reflect facets of anxious characters past no single reality intermingling with tiny figures like half-experienced remembrances while sitters appear to be supernatural dieties clouds limbs draperies...

" Must Now Turn " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Must now turn to major works standing barefoot with rapture scenes encountered as universality softly and gradually via varying degrees while points vanish mysteriously into balanced stability charged with significance haloed equivalents in the exact middle relating to pre-existing figures outside of the spiritual picture hinting at submission, " Drink yet all of it! " emotion-filled juxtapositions across curved lids as splendid synthesis of classical myths hardly visible in semi-darknesses aglow from within...

" Brought to the Fore " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Brought to the fore as a "colossal " order of harmonious proportions that do not conform to complete recall under the rules or forethought from its divine origins on the ground floor while emphasizing finality in larger forms topping off glorious stories by cutting into corners resting on vaults all in accord with draperies falling with great importance being linked to the formal pointing towards slender proportions reflected strongly crisscrossing implausibly accorded above all to "fantasmagorical" ordinary mortals...

" Finding the Pronghorn" by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Finding the pronghorn to be far less extraordinary than being linked to a millennia that no longer makes any sense and of no further consequence to the key elements of killing off of predators minus the direct evidence of not terribly being picturesque irregardless of identity well worth mentioning as best tests of experiments due to immense system developments released untethered behind enormous fences for tusked elephants becoming pregnant hot-firing cells knobs on each end broader conjecturings as unexplainable as existence is itself upon giving birth to one hundred thousand questions in unexplained territories having transitioned from swamp to land dealing with gravity analogous to facts "Just the facts, mame, just the facts" some put back into totality but with far less availability of specific answers mass always attracts but it really doesn't m...

" The Magic of Art " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán The magic of art--how did it start? markings on overhanging rocks as far from the entrance as possible spears and darts impossible to disregard like clues of origins on hand-sized carvings within rectangular compartments of inner logic's frozen qualities Supreme Dieties far heavier than need be overwing orthodoxy staggering in low relief onrushing air offering wealths of detail within sweeping grandeurs for legitimate heirs modeled in plaster as overly attractive personalities antimonumental in comparison toward depravity U-shaped paths funereal chapels strangely abstract octagonal plans of three-dimensionality golden backgrounds garnets enamels conveying magesty semicircular apses untouched by agony seeming to stand rather than overhang nave arcades half subterranean bits of vegetation passing blame manuscript paintings architectural frames poignant illumination alter space vaulted n...

" Lace Mantles " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Lace mantles brazen nails raising canticles spilling through stacks raining sand and ash lagging grey-cell capacity dazed madnesses successions of slabs wriggling wagtails fighting fracking talking "truth-to-power" yet hard to imagine with minimal backing while yammering babble-thrash-slather undistracted by nostalgia throwbacks and glowering sentimentality flames fireworks dancers expected smashes up-and-coming glug glug glugs...

" In a Way " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán In a way under the counter cookies crumbling cool as a cucumber plucky coverages of daily dozens getting one's dander up cloak-and-dagger not worth a damn sneaking past fluffed-up arm chairs in a trance although perhaps weepingly compared to miracles with masks with harlequin hair at foots of stairs toting straw baskets glancing cracks in plaster lying on divans...

" Live It " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Live it up don't give up night and day hunting keeping good company during rainy months pouring and thundering offering flashbacks of loves seeing seven colors at once as alchemists conjuring up gilded pavilions dried herbs burnt to a cinder in incense dishes purifying history besprinkling skin buddings splitting tip-to-tip dew glistenings flowing into indigo seas combing foaming secrets...

" Am I ? " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Am I my brother's keeper? bringing up the rear standing to good reason seeking peace of mind via the milk of human kindness nowhere to hide in a parable like drive-by dead on arrival arrestingly silent dialed-down lives un-reconciled all-caps headlines...

" The Gift " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán The gift of gab all the fun at the fair what's good for the goose is good for the gander being taken for granted as a snake in the grass when meeting one's match in a horror tale with tongues wagging atypically daring coming too close to call yet growing ever stronger pure coincidences of course like re-appropriated self-portraits elaborately formed by a weeping audience both heart-warming and remarkable as sweet spots in between shallowness and overthink feigning spontaneity like gray-haired strangers featuring dead-pan sayings as pure entertainment as old as "The Ancients" after taking many commercial breaks while gadgets are tested and rated driven to inhumane behavior by flesh-and-blood creators launching search-and-rescue operations administering first aid for military-grade road rage found to be mislabeled understandably fascinated by severely degra...

" Foot Loose and Fancy Free " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Foot loose and fancy free far be it from me running in the family killing the fatted calf after a fashion of fat chance as messages of madness halt/stop/pause ever enjoyable burning the midnight oil while dancing out of doors feeling inspired by flora and fauna given natural endorsements for marvelous moths at low cost all above board like honest discourse most of all above it all...

" An Unknown " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán An unknown quantity like nobody's business non the wiser no holds barred on the nod sleeping like a log looking sharp spinning yarns playing, " Gotcha!" knee-high to a grasshopper in cockpits for prophets while evenings wear on at virtual bars of plain old modesty for hobbyists wielding permanent markets improperly several times a week while traveling in Airstreams which track everything while mentoring and teaching relative trajectories to non-sober friendships with reckless abandon in matters of syntax: "d-y-e-i-n-g" referring to changing colors "d-y-i-n-g" refering to death...

" Stolen Myths " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Stolen myths greedy thieves of memory with little reprieve extremely moving features unraveling recurring themes of secret societies sworn to silence highly likely to be left "untitled" dismembered lives tossed aside by design watched live online while facing re-writes pre-bedtime reading pirated files decoding "good tidings" via networked sites done on-the-fly as enabling devices gone viral by run-away inspired landing lights strobing guidance declared "safe" upon arrival...

" That Imp " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán That imp still raking it in all across the city filled in with dwindling thinking snapping selfies of aesthetic kitsch notoriously secretive undisturbed leafy plastic hair beads being sent into ecstasy while waiting for Spidey to bleed pink entrusted to beauty via teased powdered wigs deemed, "pure" distinction by mounting steeds while smiling quietly cartoon style bundling magically incisive one-liners still unrecognizable like perpetual biases of baloney slicings paying no mind to maniacal wind chimes above burial sites on stormy stormy nights...