Category Archives: art

I Don’t Feel Very Good.

  Can you dig it? I am sure most all of you can, gentle readers. You can probably deduce from my latest posts that my creative powers seem rather discombobulated. I would have to agree with you.  The “SITUATION” certainly has a dampening effect on my spirit; whereas I used to force myself to getContinueContinue reading “I Don’t Feel Very Good.”

Imagination LOCKDOWN

Dear Friends, I woke up this morning believing the world was fine, normal. I had no thought of a world on lockdown for a few fleeting seconds. .   Then, as was wont to happen after my Mom’s death, the awful reality came down on my brain like a sledgehammer. It did actually stop me inContinueContinue reading “Imagination LOCKDOWN”

MAKING ART to QUIET MY NERVES!!!

I don’t know about you , but I’ll starting to feel it…It’s like a weak electric current close to the floor , strengthening as each day passes… More awful news, more isolation and “distancing”-the current gets a little stronger moving to the top of my legs now. I’m getting antsy, and even though I haveContinueContinue reading “MAKING ART to QUIET MY NERVES!!!”

Style? WHAT Style?!!?

Impressionist, Expressionist, Bauhaus, Abstract, Figurative Abstract, Cubism, Realism, Dadaism…schism-wizzem… I could do exercises to l-o-o-s-e-n up… Or I could be more squinched up and detail (read OCD) oriented…I could dress in wispy Bohemian garb (I already do!) or I could button my shirt all the way to the top and frown at everyone like EgonContinueContinue reading “Style? WHAT Style?!!?”

Trapped in Time

“Emotional Stuckness, thats a common ailment…”

An Awakening

Sleep has been a constant goal for me since I put down drugs and copious amounts of alcohol. Yet it has been the most evasive and endangered of species, teasing me with scattered glimpses of it’s eternal beauty. Oh, how I have longed for it’s soothing embrace, and so have everyone I have contact with;ContinueContinue reading “An Awakening”

Feeling at War with Myself

I have been languishing here, letting myself fall off the edge of sanity for a while. Is it physical?emotional?spiritual? No, not spiritual, for I feel close to my Creator. I just feel diminished, somehow, like my life’s blood has been watered down. Perhaps when the rainy season ends I will blossom again. Till then, myContinueContinue reading “Feeling at War with Myself”