I was trying to clean out a corner of my studio today that had not seen the light of day for an eternity when I ran across a painting I did when I first started painting. It reminded of a simpler time in my life when I did not have so much responsibility, when I was free to choose my own way. A time I was not so concerned about what others thought of my work, or obeying the principles of good design. As I sat there in the light coming through the window staring at this work it dawned on me that I had gone way off course from my younger self and that, surprisingly, I miss her. I miss doing this kind of raw, primitive work. Maybe it's time I re-examine where I am going in my life, my priorities, what it is I really want to do.

An Old Painting

I was trying to clean out a corner of my studio today that had not seen the light of day for an eternity when I ran across a painting I did when I first started painting. It reminded of a simpler time in my life when I did not have so much responsibility, when I was free to choose my own way. A time I was not so concerned about what others thought of my work, or obeying the principles of good design. As I sat there in the light coming through the window staring at this work it dawned on me that I had gone way off course from my younger self and that, surprisingly, I miss her. I miss doing this kind of raw, primitive work. Maybe it's time I re-examine where I am going in my life, my priorities, what it is I really want to do.

CITY NIGHTS
I stand upon this heather-covered hill
overlooking the city strip snaking below
and lite up in electric glory
ablaze with taillights and neon signs
headlights and storefronts,
the surounding hills dotted with
the warm glowing windows of homes.
A warm Spring breeze touches me
heavy with the scents from below
chinese, mexican, and burgers frying
gas fumes and asphalt mixes with
the sweet smell of the heather
the song of a city night
horns and thumping bass
faintly reaches me here on this hill.

One of my babies

This is Niko, my little dark chocolate boy. He has a very sweet personality except when his brother is tormenting him.

Not working

So, I have lots of time to work on a new altered book since I'm not working right now. That is if I can put down the book I'm reading-Devil May Cry by Sherrilyn Kenyon. I should have it done in another hour or so. I'm hoping to have some work done up for a booth on First Friday here in Johnson City. That's the 1st friday every month when Main St is closed off and the galleries are having openings, the restraughts stay open late, bands are out there playing, and artists and such are allowed to have booths up. Hope to see some of you there.

A New Soldier

My nephew graduated from basic training on the 3rd. I drove all the way to FT. Knox and back that day starting at 2 am and arriving back home at 1am the next day. Wow, that wore me out. Still trying to rest, still a bit brain dead, and alot sore. But I'm glad I did it.