Awesome twister footage!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHg5SJYRHA0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Spring in the Alley

It's Springtime and tornado alley is moving quickly into the full bloom of it's seasonal awakening. The warm breezes lick the flesh and fragrant blooms drape the bosom of the virgining harvests.

Commissions are slow coming in of late. My never slumbering muse which is within my own mind has fallen hopelessly into a coma. I wish I knew how to wake her. I feel her stirring inside me. She's clawing and screaming to be let out. The ebb and flow of daily dronings are killing the spirit at her heart. A trillion unjust and undeserved attacks on her optimism have rendered her silent. She feeds on pride, thrives on accomplishments and desires the freedom of youth. Stifled by life, and choking on my devices, I'm afraid I may be killing her. I'll miss her if my assassination becomes complete. I need her rage, yearn for her energy and fear the day she breaks free.

Turkey Day Road Trippin'

So a year has passed.....
Likely none of my readers know the significance of this day....
And sharing the reality of some things is not my strongest trait....
I am alive...
I am strong....
I am overcoming....
I am worthwhile....
I AM!!

Because I AM I want to live...
So, I packed my troopers in the car and away we went.  A tank of gas, a map and book full of feel good music CD's.  My boys and I hit the open road...in search of...the road. And we had an amazing adventure this turket day.

I am Thankful for strength, love, freedom, and open road.  I am Thankful for clarity on days like this.  Please enjoy the photos of our little day adventure.

24 hours of Vine charcoal

My hands are black, my cheeks are smudged. It's not much to show for all my toilings, but it's the process I find most calming today. I haven't been terribly productive with regard to artworks lately. No, actually, of late, I seem to be under the illusion that I can write. If ever I wrote what was really on my mind.... my world would stop in it's tracks. SECRETS SUCK!!

My secrets burden my mind, hinder my sleep, and alter my ego. But I'll not take this there.

I've always considered digital alterations/digital creations less than traditional mediums of art. I actually call it cheating. However, after not being happy with my vine charcoal, I imported images of my hot mess into photoshop. Now, this is where my minds eye met the real world. I've attached my meager renderings for the day. My anatomy drawings, facial features..etc. They are freehand with no photo reference, which is how I prefer to work. But sometimes, I just want to create on my own, without visual aid. And here that is.

I think a live nude drawing session might be in my future if I can locate one. Sounds......Fun :)

Midnight Confessions

For reasons that escape my understanding, I am once again compelled to return to this idea. It's a simple idea. I am different. It's a cliche thing to say. Probobable the worst of all cliche's. And yet it's true. When in a crowd, I feel as if I'm the only one who doesn't belong. However, when I relax and trust my instincts within that same crowd, I find that most of it's occupants are warm and most are not malicious. When in small numbers of say one or two companions, aquaintences...etc, I am at ease and converse fluently without much effort. And yet I still have within my mind the idea that my own words will haunt me. After all, knowledge is power. And even the seemingly kind od of spirit will turn that information into a dagger at the precise moment it may benefit them in some way.

I am different in other ways as well. When I stand in the sun, I notice most the shadows that it creates. The subtle tones and hues, warms and colds of it. I see the contrast and the irony that lies in it's wake. It makes the air smell differentlty than that of the moonlit air. And it reminds me that I there will always be a duty that needs tending. Moonlight by contrast, lends a sense of freedom to my spirit. The things that lie hidden by it's selective lightings put my anxieties, and my fears, and my sense of duty toi rest. It's an animal sensation. Almost like being young. When alone in the dark, outdoors in the quiet, secluded from the bustle of fellow man....I am most myself. I am most free, and most comfprtable.

These things cannot be normal. Is it for example, common that when peering into the eyes of another perswon, I feel them? I feel their mood, and I sense danger or shelter. My own instincts are overshadowed by the sensation of someone else's demeener. That's a story for another day. But, an extreme desire to please does make this one of my biggest challenges for which to contend.

I never, ever, ever want to stop learning. My mind is never at rest in this category. There are sleepless nights spent researching a new archealogical theory out of Egypt. Or playing with a new medium, up to my elbows in a muddy mess of clay, paint, or glitter trying to determine if I can make this thing my own. It'sd late for me now as I must rise early in the morning. An adventurous day for me. One which, in sadness, presents a rare opportunity that has escaped my grasp for near a decade. So goodnight for now. I will pot some inkings from one of my sketchbooks tomorrow, or maybe the next day. This is, after all, an art blog.

As for any kindred spirits who may find familiarity in these scrawlings....Please share. Maybe we are all islands unto ourselves. Then again, maybe I'm just nutty and need medication. Either way, I'll not turn away any donors of the chemical nature. Actually, maybe I would.

Sweet dreams! Tomorrow is a new day!

Having Read my Own Blog

Well, having sat and read my own blog, I realize a couple things.

1) I don't know what the hell I'm talking about half the time.
2) I have varying moments of slight genius and total idiocy.
3) I don't care anyway.

So here's another painting of the recent sort.

"Choices on the Day"
Oil on Canvas 16 X 20
$150 (Plus $20 S&H)

A Great accomplishment

One of my favorite renderings to date.