In His Eyes

My Dad had many facets. If I only saw the ones that shined like diamonds...is that so wrong? I spent my tiny days laughing in his orbit, his aura was warm. I remember sun like the God Apollo , All eyes gazing on him, adoringly. Including my eyes. He already was ignoring Mom when IContinue reading "In His Eyes"

Dreams into Reality into Dreams

Does it matter to an art collector what the artist was experiencing in her mind at the moment a work was conceived? Or is the final product just that: A product. I have watched a Documentary about Francis Bacon's  desire to be recognized as a "real" artist, and it explained that he was very downcastContinue reading "Dreams into Reality into Dreams"

It’s Just Me…

"He bandaged my broken hands that had beaten down my own hopes..."