The morning mile~ and some paint.

To be honest I’m not sure if it was a mile or not. This morning I woke around 2a pst to gentle breeze and a summer rain. Greeted by the the late night crowed coffee in hand I wished them well and took a walk to find the stillness in my life that I’ve seem to have lost.
What I did find was the world or parts of it were still and peaceful for me. I brought some back to share with you.



Angel Wing


There was also some painting that was done today. Still wet as I type, still waiting for me to return.

This piece has a secret, she’ll be two when she’s done.

It must have been a dream
This piece will change a great deal but will look similar when completed.
Both are very early in development.
Thanks for stopping in today as always it’s lovely to have you with me.
And please remember to always Be Brave, Be Bold and Thrive in the life you have, you never know when things will change….

“A life in progress”

Starting Over ~ Completed



Starting Over
16″ x 20″
Mixed media

~Some words~

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 and early morn
Wandering the halls of new 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 heart
To wander with words so often in a day
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..
There once was a time when I slept…..


Everything changes

Everything changes
The moon and sun slowly drift into their places.
Time and time again.
The stars rotate above our heads
give guidance to a weary soul.
Spring turn to summer
Summer to fall
The winter blankets my heart
with it’s cold embrace.
The mountains of our past
Become the sands of tomorrow
And from the smallest seed
does the mightiest grow.
Everything changes….
Except one thing…

My love for you.


Words I’ve said before~ vetus anima:

vetus anima:

As the stars track clockwise through the heavens I’m reminded of these new changing times. Reflections of my past giving chase to tomorrows memories and dreams.
For whom shall I be now that I am once again free to be me, who is this knight of pure heart and black soul, Cast down from the heavens eons ago. Left to wander these time in paint and prose. Of lovers lips and and sunken ships that have sailed so long ago.
I search for myself amongst these things we think we need and wonder how and why and who am I.
I’m left with lineage, love anguish and tremor. Pain and paint,passion and woes. But this my friend is where my garden grows. From ashes and fire from human desire. These are the things I’ve become. Of drink and desire and maddening rage, one name, one word my love for I am he.

Benjamin,.. is all that I be.

“Written once and spoken a thousand times in my heart”

cofio i mi ~ Remember me

There are no words made to express
The depth of my love.
Nor colors pure enough
to express the tenderness of my heart.
For open up the sky to the stars above
and gaze upon the beauty I see in your eyes.
The gift of gentleness I felt in your arms,
Speaks in a voice softer than the wind.
There are no songs that can sing to an angels
soul like yours has song to mine.
And no ocean vast or simple sea would
I not cross to lay in your arms once again.


Personal collection.
A story of interpersonal

Decisions ~life,love and paint.

Two days of inner sunshine…..
Two days of a calm I haven’t felt in years and better yet a slow acceptance of many of the situations in my life both in and out if my control. Sigh~ it’s been along time.. I’d like to say my PD is having a good as day as my soul and heart but I’ll take 2 out of 3 any day.
As of 3-4pst today 7/21/14 I’ll be out of pain pills. I have a 10a appointment at the docs tomorrow and a massage at 1p so if I can’t get my script filled in between life is going to get very very interesting. So much for planning ahead right. I called in Thursday of last week so I could avoid this little (HUGE) issue but didn’t hear the call in Friday from the doc until to late on that same evening.. Oops..!

Anyhow there are some huge things going on I’ve acquired a person to help me get organized a PA if you will. So hopefully I won’t miss anymore important dates and times.. “Hopefully” also the open studio tours are coming up in September 13-14 and the buildings grand opening in August 6th. I may or may not be making a couple more trips back east before the year is out that still remains to be seen. I also will be traveling in late august down to the Nevada area to spend some time with my birth mother and last grandmother. I’ve been putting the finishing touches on my latest collection of paintings and I have to say, which I do rarely that I’m pleased with the way they look.

Broken Heart

Tranquility two

Dreaming of Autumn

So today has been a pretty good day despite the relentless pain and Parkinson’s BS. I also shipped out some limited edition prints today. Not to be confused with my crated site where the prints are not signed and numbered. Though of good quality the crated site is designed for mass market.

Well it’s time for me to rest a bit. I hope the day has treated you well and please remember to always.. Be brave, Be Bold and Thrive in the life you have.

“A life in progress”

Spent the day painting….

Today I must say has been an interesting day. I’ve created art all day long sans for a few moments a good friend came to visit and the one single phone conversation I’ve had all day.

It’s a bit odd actually to spend the day so silent an within my own thoughts. Generally not a place I like to spend a lot of time. The more I think the more I analyze and the more I analyze the more difficult I tend to make my life. So staying busy and communicating with people is always enjoyable for me. Anyhow today apparently is about the paint and not the people. Here is quick look at the progress of the Untitled Coral series piece I started this morning as well as these three small square pieces I’m fooling around with which may or may not come to about to anything. Say hello to Coral,
This piece is still a work in progress. And a couple of close ups. I’ve left some of the natural wood grain apparent in the background that in time and layers I’ll be able to achieve a “watery” kind of illusion with it.



I’ve also re-learned that I probably should wear shoes of some kind in the studio, though I don’t really care to.

And then the 3 little ones I’ve been playing with.

The day has been gorgeous here today though I’ve been inside for most of it. The studio has wonderful windows so plenty of light comes in. Well my friends it time to put down the electronics and paint brushes for a while. Bye for now..
And much love.


Completed~Dreaming of Autumn

Close up #1

Close up #2

Close up #3
Words ~ on Dreaming of Autumn
I yearn for you as the sands cries
each time the waves say goodbye
Just as the moon slips far from sight
Only to give way to his lovers dawn
Each breath my last till the next
Takes its place by your side as I
Desire to be but can not.
On this mid autumns song……

Dreaming of Autumn
16″ x 20″
Mixed media
Down town studio
175 usd

Today’s paint 7/19/14

All the pieces here today have just been started, I textured last night and applied first paint this morning.

Work(s) in Progress

Dreaming of Autumn
16×20 inches

Untitled *Coral Series 2014
24×24″ inches
This last one is just me playing with
These little canvasses I brought back from Ottawa.

Coral Mini

I do hope your well today. I’ve just returned from my morning walk and spent about 5-7 hours from last night to this morning play with paint. Please stay tuned for updates later.
“A life in progress”

Pain~a Parkinson’s song

The pain of this body
Finds me before the dawn
On this summers day.
I wake to the still of night
Wracked with this torturous
Hell of body fights body
Limbs twist and pull
At each other as mans
Medicine fails time and
Again to ease the burden
Of this broken heart
And broken body.

The time moves so slowly
On these days as I find my last
Waiting in the wings as life passes
Me by, even the elders speed by
Walkers in hand as the disease holds
Weep, weep does my inner child as
The man drags these borrowed bones
From place to place.
A smile on my face as I worry and wonder what comes next.
Tired, so tired of the follies of this
Earth. Leaving me weak of heart and shaken as a man seeing his life fade.
Painting my days away in hopes to leave a small piece of heart, mind and soul behind for all to remember.
Ode’d to my ever present pain and fickle mistress of the mind and body.


Currently in display in the Salem public library.