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For creating such a traveling headache, the snow is so slient when it falls.
I was pondering this amazing thing while looking out the window and watching it. When it collects it becomes this heavy weighted thing that has to be moved out of the way so that escape by what ever means can be achieved.

Life resembles that at times, so does art at times. Bits of this and that collect. Works that end up being more of a war than a flow. After a while it gets heavy to move around, and it can become a fi… Continue

I finally have gotten around to adding work that's been done over the last several months. When I looked at the photos as a group I noticed that they were pale with an exception here and there.
If art is a reflection of one's life, then mine is in the gray scale.

As the song starts..."It's been a while" . A few months by the terms of the calander.
It's been a mixture of working at a job that paid the bills and now being unemployed again and, and, and.
This is life sometimes. Mine anyway. I suspect that it happens to alot of people.

I haven't abandoned my art. But it shows the signs of internal struggle I've been lost in for too long.
I did some weird stuff, photo copies of pictures I took of myself and then colored over them in pen. I like what happened… Continue

I've been reading up on this media the last few days. I've been curious as to what it is, what is it like to paint with, that kind of thing.

I know that it's opaque and there are two kinds of Gouche, waterbased and acrylic based. I found out that you could make cakes with it and that once it dried, (waterbased) it was re-wettable.
What I didn't like was how it was so tied up by all these rules. In art rules must be challanged. This is your art, not the teacher's or their teachers, but yours.

I… Continue

This happens alot to me, I hear bits and peices of stories in my thoughts. I hear my voice, narating the kind of scene that could be found in any kind of story that you might read.
I don't know why this happens. But it's part of my normal world. Something that makes me feel odd at times.
I'm sure that this happens to writers. Otherwise they couldn't be story tellers. And we would be poorer because of it.

But I paint mostly, with the side trips into ball point pen, pencil, and some other stuff,… Continue