Friday, September 19, 2014

{...her message...} 98:108

After the first layer of this painting, I initially saw a woman looking over her shoulder.  
I started working with that images and it morphed into this girl as I painted.  
One of my friends mentioned that she looked shy. 
 At that very moment, I realized her message to me.  

I see her with the feathers in her fiery red full of joy and innocence and light.  
Then some one tells her in one way or another she can't be her.  
She needs to act or be a certain way.  
She needs to follow the rules and be like everyone else.  
This is where she begins hiding her light.  
This is where she becomes shy & withdrawn.

This is...this is her first moment of shame.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

{...autumn...} 96:108

But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass 
as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, 
it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. 
It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair 
and take out his pipe and light it
 and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been 
& things he has done since last he saw you.

Stephen King

Sunday, September 14, 2014

{...him, me & margaritas...} 93:108

:::him, me & margaritas:::

Our favorite mexican restaurant on Saturday night.  It's kind of like a "Cheers" 
since we walk in and they bring us our margaritas, cheese dip, chips & salsa.  
The one thing he won't share...his salsa - they bring him his own.