This is a Blossom of the Brain
A small Italic Seed
Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified

Shy as the Wind of his Chambers, Swift as a Freshet's Tongue
So of the Flower of the Soul It's process is unknown
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Emily Dickinson 1830-1886

The Imaginary Herbarium of Doctor James Barry




I am wearing the flower of my tongue
learning to be frugal with words.
Inks, pastels and graphite on paper, 2014
Tongue - Source: John Lizars, 1787 – 1860




During the day my tongue speaks words of care.
At night my tongue fondles my lover.
Inks, pastels and graphite on paper, 2014
Tongue - Source: Giovanni Battista Morgagni, 16821771




I walk my heart on paper
Waiting for the new words to come and visit us.
Inks, pastels and graphite on paper, 2014
Heart, lymphatic vessels - Source: Marie Philibert Constant Sappey, 1810 – 1896





I sink my teeth into my doubts and chew over
Until they fly away like kind birds
Inks, pastels and graphite on paper, 2014
Tooth, vertical section - Source: D.J. Cunningham, 1850 - 1909



I still keep the shy heart of my childhood
among the plants of my garden
Inks, pastels and graphite on paper, 2014
Heart and lungs - Source: Giulio Cesare Casseri, 1552 - 1616




Your nocturnal voice illuminates my labyrinths
Inks and pastels on paper, 2014
Ear labyrinth - Source: Florence Fenwick Miller, 1854 – 1936

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