creatIvitY

Sometimes, yes, sometimes, I feel bad for people that are not creative, but then we are all creative in our own ways. What is creativity? Depends on who you ask, I think that it is the ability to solve problems and look at things in a different way. Oh, well, what does it ultimately matter?  Any who, hope you are well and things are going good for you all, peace be with you. Later

A Tree and a Vase and a Fly

A Vase

A fly

A Christmas Tree

Of course a tree in January.

Fish On

Fish On!

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Happy December, almost the end of the year, cold, dark days are ahead for awhile.

September Art Work

So, this is what I've been doing lately...
Welding, cutting, painting, bleeding, burning, and getting ready for the fall festivals.

Red Bird

Shrunken Head

Got Tools Robot!

Skull

Think I'm just happy

Hello, again, still here on planet Earth, I am still seeking out compassion, intelligence, and beauty. Oh, how time does heal wounds, the insensitive remark, the verbal assault, and the relentless pursuit of what we are supposed to be doing in this life, healed with time.

So, off to my future, what does it have in store for me? Who knows, I certainly do not. Did my twenty year old self ever imagine that I would be where I am today? Nope, but my forty-something self is happy with where and who I am!

Without further delay the Peacock Chair.

Peacock Chair

Hello Again and Thanks for all the Fish

So, once again I find myself in this same position, what does it mean? Why did they do what they did? Vague? Of course, I have been confused, upset, excited, delighted, and sad. I wish I could explain how the emotions I feel are like a roller coaster including all of the drudgery of the waiting line included.

I smile, I tell everyone that things are okay, that I'm good but reality is that I'm mostly confused. About what? Well, that is a laundry list of things, so there really is not much point in getting into it.

And now it is time for some art!

I don't feel blue I feel gray

Sadly through the day I trudge, I tromp, the dirty misfit you've chosen to ignore. And yet I ask myself what did I do wrong? "Nothing" is what I am told. Still that doesn't take away the pain, the hurt, or lift the crushing weight off of my soul. Deeper and deeper, I feel lost again, why? Why?

I'm often told that I make art that is fun, with a personality. I hide behind my art, I want to be more, so much more than...

I hate this feeling, self doubt, self loathing, why do I let it bother me so?

To paraphrase a movie and book I detest, tomorrow is another day.