Where is Captain Jack?
“…maybe all artists…go thru periods of feast followed by famine…”
outrageous, obviously
“…maybe all artists…go thru periods of feast followed by famine…”
THE BEHINDER I GET How true, how true that Pennsylvania Dutch saying is. I squander my art endeavors, rushing from this deadline to that, frazzled, befuddled and unsatisfied. That may … Continue reading The Hurrier I Go…
‘Progress, not perfection.’ Who said that? I hate you, whoever you are. Because I…WANT…PERFECTION! The Earth keeps spinning on it’s Axis, and my mind keeps spinning like a mouse wheel. … Continue reading GRINDING AWAY
I should have taken photography classes. I dearly love the medium, and in this day and age I am happy that I can create beautiful images with a smidgen of … Continue reading Thru the Looking Glass: The Optics of Susan
Stuck in the Barnyard “OLD McDONALD HAD A COMMISSION…Oh no, Oh no, Oh no……” So, I had a “Patron”, and I am envisioning a relationship similar to Michaelangelo had with … Continue reading RESOLVING THE COMMISSION DILEMMA
“He bandaged my broken hands that had beaten down my own hopes…”
Who Was I Then? Am I Now? Who Will I Become? I know that we change, it is a natural thing. I’m not hung up on the aging process… the … Continue reading Are You Confused?
I have to get the mix just right: a smidgen of anxiety, a pinch of hunger, a good dose of caffeine and just about 48 hours without sleep and *BAM*! … Continue reading A Freewheeling Frenzy!
…Random Words, Targeted Pain….Red, Yellow, Green and Brown Pain…White Pain…My Pain…
“…a drive to put what is playing on my internal projector out into the real world, for others to see…”
“… can you see me going mad in here?…”
Oh, the fun of a downward spiral…After a week or two of just mind blowing energy and creativity, comes the inevitable crash. This time it was about a week of … Continue reading Over the Humpty-Dump
…seems to be less like a monkey…more like a huge Brahma that has lain down, groaning and farting…
There are ideas percolating just beneath the surface of my consciousness. They are not fully fleshed out but the juices are flowing and I feel “on the verge” of a … Continue reading The Door is Wide Open