The Hurrier I Go…

THE BEHINDER I GET How true, how true that Pennsylvania Dutch saying is. I squander my art endeavors, rushing from this deadline to that, frazzled, befuddled and unsatisfied. That may … Continue reading The Hurrier I Go…

GRINDING AWAY

‘Progress, not perfection.’ Who said that? I hate you, whoever you are. Because I…WANT…PERFECTION!

Thru the Looking Glass: The Optics of Susan

I should have taken photography classes. I dearly love the medium, and in this day and age I am happy that I can create beautiful images with a smidgen of … Continue reading Thru the Looking Glass: The Optics of Susan

RESOLVING THE COMMISSION DILEMMA

Stuck in the Barnyard “OLD McDONALD HAD A COMMISSION…Oh no, Oh no, Oh no……”

It’s Just Me…

“He bandaged my broken hands that had beaten down my own hopes…”

Are You Confused?

Who Was I Then? Am I Now? Who Will I Become? I know that we change, it is a natural thing. I’m not hung up on the aging process… the … Continue reading Are You Confused?

A Freewheeling Frenzy!

I have to get the mix just right: a smidgen of anxiety, a pinch of hunger, a good dose of caffeine and just about 48 hours without sleep and *BAM*! … Continue reading A Freewheeling Frenzy!

Yellow Belly.

…Random Words, Targeted Pain….Red, Yellow, Green and Brown Pain…White Pain…My Pain…

FAIL…SAFE?

“…a drive to put what is playing on my internal projector out into the real world, for others to see…”

Starting Over, Over Again

“… can you see me going mad in here?…”

Over the Humpty-Dump

Oh, the fun of a downward spiral…After a week or two of just mind blowing energy and creativity, comes the inevitable crash. This time it was about a week of … Continue reading Over the Humpty-Dump

“Party Girl”

All Writey Now

…seems to be less like a monkey…more like a huge Brahma that has lain down, groaning and farting…

The Door is Wide Open

There are ideas percolating just beneath the surface of my consciousness. They are not fully fleshed out but the juices are flowing and I feel “on the verge” of a … Continue reading The Door is Wide Open

I Miss What I Imagined I would Miss

…the room seems to awaken with her…golden rays fall…like the petals of an opening rose…