Sunday, January 11, 2015

Tramp


"The Tramp"
Acrylic on denim covered board with bottle caps, leather, nails and 
old metal car letters (I scavenged myself)

In December I participated in a Group Show of artworks inspired by the songs of
Bruce Springsteen 

I chose to portray him as the scruffy young poet who wrote:

"In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway nine,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin' out over the line
H-Oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run"

I know they call him "The Boss" but
there's something about a Tramp that makes me swoon!


"Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back
H-Oh, Will you walk with me out on the wire
`Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
Babe I want to know if love is real "

xoxo
 


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