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Lessons~ 30/8/2014

These words were written long ago by me. During a time great change. As I sit here once again on this sleepless night I find the words comforting strong and true. I’ve been on someone’s else’s journey to many times this year and I finally feel like I’m getting back on track with my own. Please have these words as I’ve given them to you before. With all my heart, with all my strength I give these things to you as I’ve always done.

As the sky opened up and invited out my heart for one last dance, we played in the moonlight, talked like lovers and bathed beneath the stars.
For tomorrow my love I start a new quest for I have found my armor.
Into the deepest hole I fell with demons and dragons, angels with no wings to carry me home.
Their I lay for a thousand-thousand day and night till I saw hope.
One piece at a time I found them, hope and heart, passion and love. Honor and pride and the will to fight again.
For I have polished my armor and sharpened my sword, Demons beware for the white knight has returned. With sliver tough and oceans for eyes, the blacks of souls to lead you from the night. Take my hand my love if you dare.
Our journey awaits.
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Photo credit: found on tumblr.

As always my dear friends and family. Your support through this lifes journey and exploration is more than any one man could have asked for. I am forever grateful to have you by my side.
And please remember, to Be Brave, Be Bold and Thrive in the life you have. For you never know when things will change, and they will.

Much love,
Benjamin
2014
“A life in progress”

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There by Dragons

I find on this night in this town on this bed that is not mine. There is no sleep. No gentle lullaby that calls my name. I had an interesting day today as this last travel comes to it’s midway point.
The heat renders me useless here and the things I see break my heart. Towns of shanty, lost dreams and hopes baked under the desert sun. While just minutes away billions gets bought, sold and lost. The desert is a paradox of strength, weakness and the simple will to survive. The nights here give me strength as I spent my youth staring at their stars as the coyote howl and the horses run free. Blistered by day and frozen by night there is an eloquent hardness here that bore me here and a softness that silk could never find.
Thank you for reading and letting me share these 2am thoughts.

There be Dragons~
What devils lay in the heart of men
That can cause pause to the greatest
Passions on earth.
What poison has been brought forth
To our world that causes the endless bloodshed of our children.
Dogs eating dogs in the street while mothers and fathers weep for their losses.
Oh why have we come to this loathsome place upon such a hollow.
Empty and void of trust and love. Consumed by fear this two legged beast has become.
Such is plight of man, wrought with contempt for the needs of many as our masters get fat feeding lies to the masses.
Dark days and dragons be here.. Dark days….

Please always remember to “Be brave be bold and thrive in the life you have.”

Benjamin
2014

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Late night words and song

Like the lazy days of summer I trace the outline of your body with the brush I hold in my hand.
Every curve, every delicate line.
The arch of your back on the cold marble floor
The warmth of your hips like a hot winters fire
Delicates traces of loves embraces
Leaving stains on your lips.
Hearts pounding as one, look deep into the night and find passions love.
Whisper my name with shuttered breath as my heart fills your soul.
Release…..
Sweet passions…..
Embrace……

B~xx

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To be thankful

Life…. The one constant I’m thankful for. Below you will see why. I was looking for a previous work that spoke to where I have been in this journey for the passed 3 years and I found this one. It’s ripe with pain, fear, agony and confusion. This poem if you will is a constant reminder of my thankfulness to life and it’s ever present change. I’ve lost a lot to Parkinson’s disease and to my own stupidity but I’m thankful. I’m thankful for the pain, challenge and struggle I’ve lived. It has made me a better person, a person who’s more aware of his needs and desires as a person. I mean let’s face it folks the reality of Parkinson’s late stage is pretty fucking awful. So for me in this life change is good, hard yet enlightening in ways I never thought possible. I’ve lost and received more support and love in the last four years than at anytime prior in my life.

The poem:
Darkness finds me grasping at your door
Let me in I cry for the night is cold
Dark
Alone
The pain seizes all that I am
Fear
Consumes
Balance
Lost
Shakes and quakes fly from
My bones like bats in the night
Relentless
Unforgiving
Constant
Sleep is lost like child in the woods
Tremor
Hard
Pain
God find my heart and take me from
This place
Of
Dark
Cold
Pain
Frozen in time my hand search to find the words to free my soul
Nothing, nothing……….

The feelings and reality that induced these words makes me glad that humans when open to enlightenment and change are capable of overcoming any struggle.
Side note: I’ll be back in my studio September first and I look forward to creating for all of you and myself shortly.
As always, be brave, be bold and thrive in the life you have. Why? Because it will change.

Much love
Benjamin
2014
“A life in progress”

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Greetings from the garden 26-8-2014

As I ready myself for the last leg of this paint less adventure I’m reminded
That so often we miss the simple beauty of the things right in front of us.
I hope you’ve all been well, embraced and appreciated. Tomorrow I’ll be of to the desert. A place I’ll forever hold close to my heart. For today please join me in a brief rest and enjoy some simple beautiful things.
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These are just a few of the lovely things I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying over the past few days. I do hope wherever you are and whom ever you be that peace and love find your heart. Until later then.
Bye for now.

Benjamin
2014.
“A life in progress”

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Home at last……kind of..

Just arrived back in Portland Oregon for a quick few day stay. I’ve a tattoo appointment tomorrow the a day or so before I fly back out to Nevada till the first. Below you’ll find a small, piece of my heart and a large piece of my mind.

There are times in this life that simple words will not do
To express the tender joy I feel.
Here on the darkest night,amongst the darkest sky lit
Only by the heavens. I find peace as the smoke fills my lungs
Penetrates everything I am creating clarity, harmony and self acceptance.
My bear and my wolf run wild here. Free to think and be free.
There is such stillness in nature before the sun rises.

It’s been since I was a much younger man that I’ve felt the freedom of
The forrest. The air is cold to the touch, mixed with the rage of a contained fire.
So pure, so right. My wind swirls as my demons try to come and see this small piece of heaven in which I sit but I do not allow them entry. There is no send, no likes, links. Nothing else to think but about the calm, the cold and the fire.
I’d forgotten how much I miss this part of my life that I left behind so long ago.
Cowboy coffee and hobo stew. Camp chairs and caravans. Songs and tales that fill the nights sky.

So good, so right. I’ll not fight this peaceful with thoughts of forgiven lands.
With worries of what nots dollars and cents. I have a home, some paint a word or two that has found my tongue and friends…
Friends that love me for who I am, truly, purely for being me….B

5:39a pst lost lake camping trip
Alice, Will, Jim, Heather, John, Lyric, Scott, Audrey, Watson and myself
8-22 / 8-24 2014

Remember at the end of the day if your not happy with yourself, you’ll never truly bring joy to anyone else.
Benjamin
2014

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Coming home

One of the things about travel is it really makes coming home special. This trip has kicked my ass. I’ve loved, lost and found my spirit. I will travel as long as my body allows. PD has taken so much much from me but I refuse to let it take my heart and soul. I’d much rather paint and write, protect and serve than give up. I’ll never give up.
To NY and STL thank you. To Ottawa thanks for the life lesson. To the folks at home I’ll see you as soon as I can and to the rest of you. Never be afraid to love and live with your whole being.
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Again so many thanks to my family here on WP, you’ve supported me through so many journeys, ups and downs and all arounds. To you I’m forever thankful.
Namaste,

Benjamin M Prewitt
B~xx
“A life in progress”
2014

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Message in a Bottle ~ Sold!! Thank you NY

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Message in a Bottle
24″x36″
Mixed media
2014

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For me this is a timeless expression of love and mystery and abstract expression of want and hope, dreams and desires. My visual interpretation of that feeling of writing ones heart on a parchment and encasing it in glass and throwing it into the hands of destiny.
I do so hope your day has treated you well. I’ve been amerced in paint all day, honestly my favorite place to be. Please remember to always Be brave, be bold and thrive in the life you have. Because I can guarentee things will change whether you expect them to or not.
Again many thanks for stopping in where ever you are, be loved.
Sempre
Benjamin
2014

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Words~ some old some new~all for you

In the silent of the night I miss you most of all.
When the buzz and the noise of the day is gone.
With demons settle in insecurity grows the it’s
the words that don’t get said that hurt the most of all.
The pain of this life settles in hard on the bones I bare
Each day seems longer than the next
As I wait.
Doing what’s expected always a good, bad boy.
Such a dedicated young man..
I waited for the words that never came, I guess in the end they were
Just words after all….

Benjamin
2014

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Salt~ eich bod yn torri fy nghalon

There is a time and place for everything they say…..
And tonight brought tears to my eyes.
The crickets here in the upper northeast are in full swing tonight
And I’m missing someone very dear to me. Someone I’ll probably never see again in this life and the crickets seem to know.
I took a walk up the lane after supper only to find myself drifting in thought until I came across the “Blarney Stone” playing my sweet Irish tunes live in the pavilion. The little ones were dancing as the elders tapped their toes. There were smiles all around except in my eyes. My music, me being made up of a bag of welsh and Irish. As the crickets softly sing.
eich bod yn torri fy nghalon
No tune can shine these blue eyes tonight. No smiles can lift a broken heart.
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Some losses are to great to bare alone and some are simply to great to bare.
Tonight’s a night I wish I was stone. Cold and could turn it off make it go away. Bury my pain in a pit and walk away, run away as fast as I could…. If I could….I would….
But instead I write here to you all of you to bare witness to these things of mine that should be put in a box and tossed in the basement with the mementos of past lives… And maybe with some luck they will be, but not tonight. Tonight I will cry with the crickets and drink with the devil. And my god forgive me in the mornings light.
The end.

B~xx