“Scissors & lace. Leather & grace”

i have stories to spill, over tarnished tables and curled under covers. harmless half whispers and buried brutal thorns. They mean everything and nothing at all. . #thorns #glenmartintaylor

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Words from the large godtongue, wouldn't, couldn't let me go free, as the dark delusions undrunk, held down the scars in my mouth.

my mending made sense to me. . #mending #glenmartintaylor #ceramic #pottery #kintsugi

I have an appointment with love, every fucking sunrise. Because inside my crooked ribcage, between my tired lungs is the screaming author of my being, my why, my meaning. And I own that tender muscle, that pumps a river into my soul. And I promise myself and my ashes, to use it every fucking day.

all the pieces complete my soul. . #parts #ifs #partswork #glenmartintaylor

I keep running from myself . #glenmartintaylor

Are we just dancing around the edge of an empty cup…? . #glenmartintaylor

“Hold Your Pain Gently . #glenmartintaylor

To deny the suffering is to reject the grace. . #grace #heal #glenmartintaylor

my father taught me. his father taught him. his father taught him. his father taught him. men need to mend. . #unlearn #relearn #change #heal #glenmartintaylor

and the mending was ugly… . #healing #mending #Kintsugi #glenmartintaylor

“The Path” to ascend above where we were, is never straight, often hard as steel and always precarious, but so worth the climb. Live fierce, love fierce. . #path #glenmartintaylor

“What Keeps You Safe, Holds You Down” . #glenmartintaylor

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it’s hard not to be afraid . #love #bluesky #graffiti #spraypaint #paint #peace #plates #instagram #beautiful #follow #fashion #instagood #selflove #nature #happy #glenmartintaylor #art #ceramics #pottery #photography #fineart #arte #alive #angels #devils

off the edge of what was, between the floating and the falling, and I finally hear my own voice, clearly…with permission to listen.

The broken cup can’t hold tears. what breaks it, won’t hold it together… I’ve tried to pretend I was strong, spent decades confused and lost and silent. Even tried to cover the pain by being an asshole. but all along, I’m just a little boy inside. All I ever wanted, was to be loved.

Kintsugi (金継ぎ), also known as kintsukuroi (金繕い), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with precious metal....

in a world of hate & fear LOVE ANYWAY . #loveanyway #glenmartintaylor #art #ceramics #pottery #fineart #arte #alive #angels #devils

what can i do? most days, the world is a scary mess, the insanity of the daily news is hard. But i can make art, that is what i can do. i can express hope & healing & love. i can honor my grandmothers & grandfathers & leave love and hope for my granddaughters. i can try to be a good human.

Everyday, I jump off the edge. Somedays the net appears, I’m safe. Somedays I grow wings and I soar. And somedays I crash and break. And it is in the blissful crashing, in the healing and the lessons, in the reconstruction of myself, that I have found my spirit most free.

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love is hard love is soft love turns all the questions into answers suddenly . #glenmartintaylor #bisqueplates #ceramics #clay #art #live #love

me, I lost my self for fuck too long and the journey back was a lost walk, ugly step stumbles, uncounted falls. But in a fetal clutch on the concrete I chose to stand, to walk again more bloody boots to return to a path no fuck, I’d never been before… and there I was waiting for myself.

i eat my pain and it feeds my soul. for too long i was eating from broken bowls. i have worked so hard to become who always was. i found me in a box i call my heart . #quiethealing #glenmartintaylor #art #arte #live #love

I look at edges of my life and note the mends, for winter moons are there to cleanse the palate. I linger now to stare at babies and old men, and find myself arguing with time in silence. The silver has peeled from the mirror and fallen into my hair.

This is not the life I was waiting for, this is the life I have been working for. With people that are the adventure, who will push me off the edge and teach me to fly. . #learningtofly #theedge #glenmartintaylor #art #arte #live #love

Photograph by my grandfather, Gilbert Martin Taylor Christmas morning- 1914 that’s Edna, Albert (aka Buck) & Ruth . #christmas #glenmartintaylor #art #arte #live #love

from the wounds hope poured out. washed by tears, bravely bathed and rinsed with doubt, my hands lay empty, my heart cleansed open. to reach for all that matters of this silly chaos life dance. to grasp the fire inside the chest and burn the clouds into rain. to be free of all the wired words

It took a while for me to accept that I'm not everyone's cup of tea...

“The Human Dance”

give it all a rest and just love awhile . #glenmartintaylor #art #arte #live #love

i am no longer who i was. men need to cry. to say words out loud, to learn to know why. . #glenmartintaylor #art #arte #live #love

“Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.” Rainer Maria Rilke . #rilke #glenmartintaylor #art #arte #live #love

be your answer.

what cuts you, heals you.