Words of Wisdom, Brought To You By Charles Dickens and Me

There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast. Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts. A loving heart is the truest wisdom. We forge the chains we wear in life. ‘Tis love that makes the world go…

Tuesday and Still At It!

Tuesday. I’m still not sure I’m done with this art studio. I’ve worked more on it this morning. Just tweaking really. I moved my paint spinner and art box and easel. I cleaned out Narnia again and hung up my peace flags! So big ole yea!! Job well done! The only thing now I’m a…

Motivation For Monday

Be glad you’re not me in a chaotic art studio that you can’t seem to balance the chi in…but I will! Ice cream…always a good motivator. The winds of change. 70’s music finding peace even when it’s hard which makes it even more sweet dreamcatchers bamboo wind chimes in the winds of change finding a…

Rant out of the way, now stuff to do on Sunday

I moved some things but not everything in the studio and I’m still not sure if I’m done so that probably means that I am not. ¬†But in not moving anything too big and really heavy only moving some things around to spread out the oil pastels but stuff I had lots of time to…

I’ve Got That Jones Again

I’ve got the rearrange the studio vibe going again. I think it’s in the air. The windows are open and the air has cooled and all I can think about it spreading out my art supplies which are as of now pretty much stacked up there and here. And I didn’t sell anything last week…

Wednesday’s Words Of Wisdom, Brought To You By Leo Tolstoy and Me

There is no greatness where there is no simplicity, goodness and truth. Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. The two most powerful warriors are patience and time. Music is the shorthand of emotion. Art is not a handicraft, it is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced….

Free Verse Hippie Poetry, Bashful Moon Dream Weaver

Bashful moon sitting in starlight mist weaving dreams and making lists of love and hope and peace blowing kisses sweet release of past and present¬† only now is resonant this is what counts. He pulls a string from a passing comet tying to it a prayer whispered in a moment from somewhere below yet all…