Just a little composite, 'Bones, the Human Skeleton and Family.
Today my constant companion Pain and I have been having a little talk. He shouted at me all day yesterday, and tried to ruin my day today.
NOT, like the smart girl I am, ... I kept my Orthobionomy session with my angel practitioner and she worked him right out. Of course he didn't leave willingly so I can not sit here long.
Just a note of encouragement to all who face obstacles, don't give up: just go over them, under them or around them like bear hunters do.
I'm goin on a bear hunt...
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For me, the art I choose hang on my walls is usually something I feel a connection to or with. Right now I am leaning toward my Photography and I am beginning to gradually print things from trips that are memorable. My husband and I both are into Photography and these are remembrances of times we have traveled together.
We were married in Yosemite in a little church in the valley. One year he bought me a lovely digitally painted photo of that church where we married.
I do not know who the photographer was, actually it is not important who he or she was, but what he captured
Mike has a watercolor from a local artist, Linda Gooch of his favorite surf spot. I don't need to tell you he has an emotional connection to that. We proudly hang it over our fireplace and I never get tired of looking at it.
Our tastes do change. Early in our marriage I was strictly a landscape fiend. As I grow as an artist and my tastes change I change out the art too. Now I am leaning toward abstract or multimedia projects. And now that my son is in art school I hang his work here and there. Someone once told me they never change the art on their walls. I found that odd.
Now if I could hang a master work like Van Gogh or Monet I'd never change it out, just relocate it every now and then so I could notice it more. I'd never get tired of looking at it.
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Sometimes it seems that the faster I go the behinder I get. No I did Not say I have a big behind, although that might be true (I'll never say).
I take pride in my work and I have to be methodical and organized or the fragile process could fall apart at any given event. Today the process failed, not that anyone seems to notice. ha. ha.
My poem says it better than ranting and it is therapeutic as well.
K A O S
Networked and wi-fi peripherals abound
Tech Rep he slept, didn't hear a sound
I'm half K R A Z Y, running all around...
Trying to find some answers ... stomping on the ground
Do they think I'm lazy, what man are you crazy
I need a long vacation, it will keep me sound.
I just think he is cute and yes I know I can not harvest their poison. Cute-Furry
"Converging Lines" photo by Barbara Schmaeling
Life sometimes gets in the way of making art. People assume that we work to live, have prestige, succeed in business, or whatever. But an Artist wants to find the creative in every aspect of living life.
They often feel like outsiders or either they are so introverted they don't see the stuff around them.
They see lines, textures, and shapes... everyone else sees a steel bridge.
Why IS that? It must be part of that left brain thing.
How we spend our time is a reflection of what we achieve as an artist or anything else for that matter. I hope my time here makes you think. This image of a railroad car was taken at Surf Beach, Lompoc CA. It is one of my favorites because it speaks through art. Graffiti has always been with us and is sometimes looked at in a negative light, I think in this instance it was well placed and it made me think. Win, Win for me.
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