So many things to say…..So little time to say them..

I miss you like the leaves
Miss the springs sun
After the warms rains have
Washed the detritus
from the day
As the cool autumn night
Guides the inborn fire of life
Taking seed once again
So do the stars flirt high above
Giving winks to their lovers
From a lifetime away.

Such sorrow these sweet
Lips bare, for the yearning
Of a tender hearts calling.
Born not of bitter bread
And sleepless night.
But of childish passion
that craves the touch of
a tempted heart.
Do these words linger
on the tongue like the
Lost dreams of a forgotten

Come to me…see me for
The poetic fool and passionate
paint I bleed…… For they are real
not made of black and white.
See me this broken knight on
bended knee….
See me for who I am not whom you think I should be…..


There once was a time when I slept…..

There once was a time when slept
I slept with dreams of my own
Calm and peaceful in the night sky.
Gentle summer breeze through a window
Left open just enough…
Just enough to keep away the demons of the night…
Now I find myself with coffee and words
In the small hours of the night
Wandering the halls of this hollow home,….
As I’ve done so many times before.
Bach in the background as my fingers find the keys to ease my worried mind
and wanten heart.
Poetic justice for a painters pulse
To wander with words so late in the night with these small place and faces
that haunt my desires and dreams,
Keeping paint at bay till the words stop
Falling from the sky. Slipping from my lips to your heart..
I can almost feel you breathe
There once was a time when I slept…..

A life in progress.

**feature painting is
Dark Angel
Mixed media

*Private collection
of J and M Smith

First paint x3

Often after I’ve been in hiatus from the paint I like to start slow and ease my was back into it. Below are three pieces I’ll be developing over the next couple if days just to get some paint moving in the studio. One of them is very very near completion already but I’m not going to say which one because I may completely change my mind.

First I’ll bring you the woman figure I started before I left. She’s in a very simple color block form at the moment.


Second I’d like you to meet
A man and his vices….might be a lot going on here for those with a curious eye…..

Hmmmm…. This piece I actually like rather a lot. But then I am that man and his vices of which I’ve had many in my life some good some not so good. But at least I can say it’s been a full life.
Lastly a piece that was planned for England but I simply couldn’t make it happen. Honestly I was far to overwhelmed emotionally on this last trip.

This last piece I like the form, motion and colors so I most likely will not scrap it. But as I often say if it isn’t signed it isn’t done ;)
It’s nice to be in the studio again even though I feel a bit lost this days. Coming home is always hard and some choices are going to need to be made soon…… We shall see…
I hope the day/night has been kind to you and you to it.

Much love

Words and thoughts of the day.. 15/04/14

Words and thoughts of the day..

Such strange heartstring find these
Shaken hands…..
A need, want and desire to be close
To a gravity I’ve become familiar with
Yet drawn so far away to place my heart calls home…. A need of things that this body desires before the death lights come..
History or genetics it be never the less tis not easy to be a poetic painter torn asunder in these days of mine.
Kept sane by the busy work of the hands and mind,, finding little ease in the mundane day in and out of life.
This physical manifestation of the modern day, how man can be everywhere at once often make me are we ever truly anywhere……
At all…….I find myself adjusting slowly and most sadly as I watch one life fade and wonder in fear and tears of what will become..
As another door opens…. Choices….life is so full of them
Leaps…… Of faith…… As I too try to live by the heavy yet heart felt words

Be Brave, Be Bold and Thrive in the life you have…

A life in progress.

PS. I’d like to start making forward motion on a book of Art and Words. If anyone cares to lend a hand cataloging and or pairing words with paint, suggestions, ideas, you name it I need,want! The help.


**It’s our turn…..Let’s show them what we can do.**

**It’s our turn…..Let’s show them what we can do.**

In the cold of the night your words give warmth.
A gentle glow..sparks.. Of passion and love yet
to sew seed but born from a deeper place than I’ve traveled before.
A smile so strong a bridge it has built from heart to
heart and back again. Leaving no brick un bruised in the delight of her name.
By what charge of a poets heart does man claim his place
Amongst the angels.
Given no tenor to call home or a voice to speak of,
a wondering soul rest only where angles fear to tread…….
Such darkness gives way to a tender light
Gentle….. Soft….. Lost herself in a strangers land of newness.
A bold place for such a tender heart to trend.
After such destruction has been given her chase only to fall flat
for she rises like the phoenix.
Giving passion to my life like a teenaged boy in heat.
Such passion drip from that fountain that I yearn to
drink from in this life and no other.
Waiting……… Time passes so slowly as the days wander by
looking for a place to call home.
Kisses warm and wet fall upon counters made of Alice’s looking glass
Ponderous thoughts and days are these…..
Left alone…….in a crowded room… a mirror facing a mirror and myself.
I wonder what painters hand have I to create these thoughts I think in
colors of green and blue, of silken satin leather, lace and you……
For are we all not the muse of someone else’s muse.
Given chase by another
Lovers lover from another place in time and their heart.
Such ponderous thoughts are these….


Leaving soon~the traveling painter

Well I cant say I was a very prolific painter this time. Lots of work to be done in Derbyshire this year and poor sleep habits in Shepton kept me from being as productive as I’d liked but I leave England with a head, heart and soul full of ideas for future works and I renewed clarified vision of what needs to be done. Last night at the pub I has a conversation with a nice man in is late 70′s talking art and life. Picasso and some of the other greats came up and he said do you think any one will ever come close again. So I slowed the conversation and looked him in the eye and said……well someone has to try. And sure as hell I’m going to try but I’m not one for doing anything half way. I firmly believe we make our own success and with patients and hard work I will leave my mark of hope, loving kindness and passion. With any luck a few stunning bits of paint for generations to come to ponder their meaning and technique.

With all my heart and with all that I am. I’m forever thankful for the kindness of strangers the love of good friends and the idea that hope will always remain. That being said I’ll leave you with the things I am.

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I’ve given you my heart and soul now the rest is up to the universe , I’ll paint and write till I can’t and hopefully spread some joy and art around in the mean time.
It’s time to go……….
As always… Be brave, be bold and thrive in the life you have.
And may your light be forever in the heart of many.

A life in progress.

Derbyshire a pub and pauper a prince.

What gifts of life are these small moments amongst friends. A few like minded souls a drift in the sea coming together he, she, we and me.
Such a treasure these moments can be. Gifts of the earth, Air and Sea.
A place to recharge the heart, mind body and soul. Oh the places we’ll go.
On this day when things come to and end I’m honored and humbled to call you friend.
My time at Derbyshire is coming to an end and again I’m left without proper words to say goodbye……So I won’t I’ll say until next time..

On a completely different note I’ve been offered a place to paint on a permanent basis here in England. That being said I believe I may bring the boy and I over for a bit towards the end of the summer.

Life is fully of challenges and choices. I reminded of these things on a daily basis living with Parkinson’s disease but even more importantly I’m reminded of the kindness and gift of true friendship and for that I’m forever thankful and humbled.
As always Be brave, Be bold and thrive in the life you have.

A life in progress

A day in the life of the traveling painter.

As I sit here for the second day in a row unable to find sleep desperately searching the early pre dawn sky for answers to the question my life poses me, I find great comfort in writing to you. There is an act of normalcy that I attain in the transcription of my thoughts.the sharing of my heart and soul with others. Today being the 11th Friday so I’m told, in a few short hours the journey and next leg of this adventure shall begin.
A fairly long drive north to the very small village of Buxton Hollow in Derbyshire.its there that I will start the second leg of this soul searching, battery recharging adventure. Thus far I’ve created one piece.
“In the heart of a muse” and I’ve started the first paint on a second piece that has yet to truly take form.
I’ve seen some amazing old places.


The cathedral in Salisbury.

Even spent some time with an old friend, Saint Michael.
10/4/14 I had the pleasure of being witness to an amazing experience at a bell ringing. A very loved and well respected member of the community here passed and had his service on Thursday. I was invited up into the bell tower and was able to listen to the ringing first hand. Truly a moving experience.

Photo taken in the spiral staircase heading to the top of the tower.

So it’s easy to say this has been thus far another grand experience in England. One of my goals for the remainder of the year and for 2015 is to acquire a working studio here in the UK. Where about I’m not sure at this point but I think it’s time to start turning some of my other dreams into reality. One thing I can say it traveling is getting harder and harder to do so if I don’t get it done and have a place that I can call my own in both the states and England then it may never happen. As the progression of my Parkinson’s is far more noticeable physically to me on this journey than in the previous. I fear that I may not come back if I can’t stay for more than a week or two. Thoughts of the day….. Follow your heart it will take you on many adventures if you chose to let it. Don’t fear the things that haven’t happened in your life, take the time it takes to make your dreams come true. Everything IS attainable if your willing to solve it’s puzzle.
Have a lovely and safe Friday and Be brave, Be bold and thrive in the life you have.

“A life in progress”

“Inside a Muses heart”*completed






These last two shot were taken in full sun.



“Inside a Muses heart”
My Girl Series

As I search for words to give meaning behind a muse and it’s heart I hind I’ve written thousands. So on this day in this light here is something both old and new.
Our souls are one~~~~animas nostras unum sunt
Past and present~~~~praeterita et praesentia
Old and new. ~~~~~et veteres et novi
Found and lost. ~~~~~inventa et perierat
Me and you. ~~~~~me et vous
My soul. ~~~~~anima mea
Your soul. ~~~~~anima vestra
a thousand years~~~Mille annos
Have wandered~~~~mirati sunt
Found and lost again~~ invenit rursus decesserit
To be found once more~ut invenit rursus unum tempus
Our souls are one~~~~ animas nostras unum sunt

Each day brings another chance to be a greater version of you. So as you rise from your slumber, take your morning break or lay to rest your head remember this. You are strong, you are intelligent, you are beautiful and your life has value…. How do I know this you may ask, because I’ve seen you in me. Between the earth and the grass the heavens and the sea. I see you in everything and you mean the world to me.

A life in progress.

Morning words…

There are times in life that are meant to be cherished.. Not frittered away by the lulls of the day. A coldest breeze enveloped in the crystal clear sky, stars shouting their story for all to see at 3am. The sound of songbird singing a tune thousands of years old.
Let no dead poet go untold.
There come a time in life when we look back at all we’ve done and smile for we know the best is yet to come. These small moments in life come quickly and go even faster. One much live them as they come. Thrive in their simplicity and relish in your journey. The first peak of sun gently warms my face as I write these words and I am thankful.

The small things etched in stone to give ones heart pause at the oneness all around us if your willing to see it

I hope the day treats you kind and if you would as a favor please take one small moment out of your day and think of you thing that makes you.


Have a lovely day.