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.