Art is exciting.

I like to sit in my sister's living room and stare at a painting that she completed quite a while ago. It has many layers, many coats of paint and a special tear from the top layer of the bland green oil all of the way down to the base oil red. I think that I have looked at that painting more than and other one she has ever done. I study the little detail on the vast 50" by 60" canvas to learn as much as I can. I was so pumped tonight when trying out this linseed oil and turquoise oil mixture last night and as I was the oil separate from the paint, I noticed a very small detail of the turquoise paint crimping up as it looked like mini folds in the brain. I was so happy that I could create that texture on one of my paintings. I was pretty impressed also. Just another check on the "Small things that make me inspired for my new trek in life" list. And life goes on....... Have a Great Sunday everyone!!!!

Zoo Trip with the ladies......

Attempts at Art and Poetry

In my mind the idea of losing is prevalent.

Relations, thoughts, opportunities come often,

yet swiftly get taken away by irreplaceable loss.

Daily practice is recurring

rehabbing through art is strengthening

 while continuing to lose the names, titles and places

  in which I wish I could still be at.

None of these will bring disaster.

But it can make it hard for the necessity of Growth.

 

I've lost family, a connection, a lifetime.

 We Lose something every day. 

With loss comes growth and a chance for redemption.

Growth is funny. It opens doors for feeble hearts 

to shine like never before. 

 

The Road Least wanted to Travel

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Tears are a necessity

Sleep
Sleep tonight
And may your dreams
Be realized
If the thundercloud
Passes rain
So let it rain
Let it rain
Rain on him

WHATS NEW AND HOT

What's new and hot in the Walnut Creek Papyrus store......

I walked into the store this afternoon and was glancing around

when the manager came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. It startled me at first wondering to myself why this woman was trying to get my attention. She turned to me and said "aren't you the guy that has the famous sister that makes all the popular greeting cards?" I kinda smirked and responded.... yes, that's me. She brought me to the front of the store and said "I have a surprise for you". Low and behold I do know a famous person. She's Susannah Eloyse Prinz. She had a whole row dedicated (as the manager put it) the most popular cards in the store. I guess I do know someone pretty popular.. doesn't hurt does it?

I'm a lucky uncle.

Prinz.Anderson.Ruff

My awesome family by which I'm reminded

daily via the lyrics of U2.

Grace

She carries a world on her hips

No champagne flute for her lips

No twirls or skips

Between her fingertips

Kite

The last of the rocks stars
When hip-hop drove the big cars
In the time when new media
Was the big idea
What was the big idea

Luminous Times

Hey...sister love Hey...seems so bright
She comes like carnival She is the big wheel
She turned my head around turned my head around.

 Walk On
All that you fashion, all that you make
All that you build, all that you break
All that you measure, all that you feel
All this you can leave behind.

If God Will Send His Angels

Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door.

 In a Little While

Slow down my bleeding heart
A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship into the skies
He lives on star that's dying in the night
And follows in the trail
The scatter of light.

 All Because of You

I was born a child of grace
Nothing else about the place
Everything was ugly but your beautiful face
And it left me no illusion

 Magnificent

I was born, I was born to sing for you
I didn't have a choice but to lift you up

 Yahweh

Take these hands, Teach them what to carry
Take these hands, Don't make a fist
Take this mouth, So quick to criticize
Take this mouth,Give it a kiss.

Red Light

Oh, love...
I pour my love out for you
And I'll bring you through
See your not alone.

My Favorite Golf Tournament

I love The Open Championship. Each year I get to watch this 4 day Major Tournament in which I was lucky enough to play a few of the courses back in 1995. I also love staying up late to watch the tournament live from 2 am on. It brings back great memories of high school golf and my trip to Scotland with my two best friends. I enjoy watching the transformation in technology from 1995 to today. Everything is so clear on the TV these days. Watching this made my mind up to go play golf the other day. 4 over on 9 holes was ok for me. I haven't played in a while, so I am grateful for that score. Here's to a fun weekend for all and rest day for me, so that I can catch up on my golf.

Tougher than anyone can interpret

After the injury, thoughts like fireflies in the night flashed my conscience, but mostly alluded capture. At times, I felt surrounded by a void in which thoughts would birth and die so fast I could not hold on to them. The trace they left unsettled me and sent my brain into a flurry to try to recapture them, resulting in neurological distress and an enormous amount of frustration, which often led to outbursts of tears and sobbing. It took many sessions of cognitive remediation and the learning and practicing of compensatory techniques to be able to retain thoughts long enough to process, organize, and articulate them. I feel original again. Like I'm myself.

 Markhbein 1991