Omg the 'trading cards' are in and they look AMAZING! For every limited edition, one set of 5 5"x7" cards comes with it or purchase separately! But remember, once they are gone, they're gone! Link in bio for some good HEAD 😉
i'll go first 🙋🏽 three months ago, i traveled to Greece on my own. i followed my heart, and found myself on Ios- one of the islands off the south. i found my peace and happiness. i found my safe. i found myself. i found my light.
Painting is like poetry in motion. A movement, moment, captured forever. A rhythmic dance in which I allow for just a little bit of discord & tension, a certain push-pull within the harmonious flow, so than an overall work is not bland & predictable.
Gerome Meminger, Sr, author of this poetry and art book, comprised his favorite paintings and poems into one binding.
The coffee table style book, purposefully reduced to 6"x 9", can be carried with ease. The cover material, known as Wibalin, was pre-treated with a finite pattern which assimilates "cross hatch." After the treatment, we applied foil-stamping directly to the surface, seen on the front cover case and spine. The foil-stamping adds a personal touch and special elegance to the overall presentation of the book.
One of Gerome's paintings prominently features on the litho printed dust jacket and his bio is printed on the back. The dust jacket wraps nicely around the finished book, snugly presenting the book as a artful marketing piece.
Pick up a copy of Poetry Art & Truth by visiting http://www.artbygerome.com/shop/ today!
FACT 43: the poetry album will be coming soon 🌊💯 The album will discuss my fallout with @teachforamerica, why I chose to protest them, and where life goes from here, starting with my career as a full-time writer. Leaving it all in the music #Factsonly#44facts#Fellow#thosewhostay
“As I speak through my own voice, the thirteen Oddities from this volume will all be awakened and used as my pawns,” the boy and I both unwillingly say in unison. Pages from both books immediately get ripped out by the wind. I’m able to catch a few glances of the pages’ contents, neat texts written in Japanese characters and elegant illustrations. The pages circle around us before they all fly out of the house like a flock of birds. The boy and I just stare at each us in silence as we slowly digest what’s just happened. “Well, I’ve seen equally weird things before,” I break the silence and get up on my feet, then offer my hand to him. He sighs and takes it, now we’re both standing. That brief second when our hands touched, even that felt familiar.