Trees full of color , the earth turns pulling me behind in its wake of truth.
Pulling me into the now.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Monday morning at the Palette
Oil on linen approximately 11x14
I took this picture at the last break, before lunch.
. I worked on the eyes the last part of the session before lunch.
Only a half day today.
I did manage to paint over the weekend with friends.
Will post later.
Life is still pretty raw yet.
I took this picture at the last break, before lunch.
. I worked on the eyes the last part of the session before lunch.
Only a half day today.
I did manage to paint over the weekend with friends.
Will post later.
Life is still pretty raw yet.
Friday, September 14, 2012
I just erased two post, who really wants to read about the shit in my head.
Or the fact my mom died at 3:15 and I wake every morning at that time and fall asleep in the afternoon at that time. What does it all mean . And who really wants to read it and who really gives a dam about my experiences.
Another life changing experience with waves of grief pulling, tugging my soul, splintering it, rebuilding, molding, foreign fragments of others projections and assumptions of what is thought.
Raw with emotion, welcoming the waves of change, building strong.
Never assuming.......,,facts are pure.
Creating, safe, loved.
Screaming of pain with each wave as it cleanses the wounds.
Or the fact my mom died at 3:15 and I wake every morning at that time and fall asleep in the afternoon at that time. What does it all mean . And who really wants to read it and who really gives a dam about my experiences.
Another life changing experience with waves of grief pulling, tugging my soul, splintering it, rebuilding, molding, foreign fragments of others projections and assumptions of what is thought.
Raw with emotion, welcoming the waves of change, building strong.
Never assuming.......,,facts are pure.
Creating, safe, loved.
Screaming of pain with each wave as it cleanses the wounds.
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