It’s a rare day as if late that I’m not running errands or zipping off to the farm house to deliver packed boxes. Today was different though, we had our first snow of the year which is highly odd this early in the season.
Snow always brings a huge smile to my face. I braved the highly timid and snow shocked citizens of the town just once today. Thankfully driving in the snow doesn’t bother me at all.
Sadly in my tiny little town the mere mention of snow tends to send ppl into a tail spin. I spent the day packing and simply enjoying a nice warm fire whilst cooking a wonderful meal of roasted garlic and shallot baked chicken breast. Served with a smashed potatoes and a asiago and portobello mushroom sauce. Yes…. Ben can cook back to the snow
The view from the upper deck off the master. Then early this morning before it really started
An outdoor planter a dear friend of mine made me some 20+ years ago and a pair of bronze sparrows. Also a very cold Chinese fisherman
I hope the day treated you well, happy Friday and have a great and safe weekend.
As the stars gently bathe you in their luminous glow I’m caught breathless by your silhouette. Each curve and line captured in perfect form. Each star giving you it’s light to fill the very heart of darkness. To spread that joy of youthful innocence among the tired and broken. To teach one how to love again with the freedom of youth. The grace of your form know no bounds as its timeless essence gives strength to the ache of my heart, body and soul.
I have to admit I’m not sure what to do without my studio. For the past 3 years I’ve done pretty much nothing but paint. With all the stress of the holidays mixed with the pressure of moving , I feel like I’ve just run 200 miles. I’ve been spending some of the 20-21 hours a day I’m awake to do some writing and today I was able to take a few more photos. Please join me as we look at another addition of Te things I’ve seen.
Still though one of my favorite love sayings is from
“Though love be a day and life be nothing, I shall not stop kissing“
Which I think at some point in the near future I shall have tattooed on my body.
I miss painting for you, for me… I miss sharing my heart and soul with those whom I’ve come to know and love, respect and cherish over this past 1.5 years. 8 days and counting till the movers come and take on the burden of moving the heavy stuff. The hardwoods are in at the farm house and the carpets were being laid when I stopped by this morning soon the dream of my new home and private studio will be a reality. Another thing I can’t wait to share. Until we meet again. Be brave be bold and thrive in the life you have.
For those who have followed my blog for a while or know me personally know that I often express great frustration about my local art community. Well I think they’ve finally found a way to keep me quiet. Last night was the 11th annual Something Red juried art show. It is a month long show where local business hang artists work during the month of December, I entered last year and didn’t even get a nod for showing up. I’ve expressed my frustration of being recognized worldwide but never receiving any type of “atta boy” locally.
Well, no longer:
Held her head high last night and brought home this;
Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that I would take first place in the 2-D Art section. There were 3-D (sculpture) 2-D (painting) and Photography and Digital art as the category this year. Needless to say I am humbled so deeply. I was hoping for an honorable mention I just wanted someone in my home town to acknowledge that I don’t suck as an artist. I can now feel highly validated in my home town. Yay!!
It comes at a perfect time for me personally, between the moving and packing, Parkinson’s and broken ribs I’ve been in a pretty low place. I have 9 days till the movers come to finish what we’ve started then the studio can be put back together and the creation can begin, well I can put to panel what I’ve been creating and seeing in my head. On that it’s time to get my day going further, to all,
Thank you for your support of me, my art and soul.
**28″ x 40″ Framed
Acrylic,water colors and varnish.
She was actually sold before she was finished as often happens with many of the pieces you see on the site. In each of my pieces of this style I like to include some close ups of key areas that I find enjoyable to get lost in, I’ve also included some of the frame as well.
** I have decided that once my upcoming move is complete that I will be doing a series based on simple truths, Hope being the first Love, Courage, Strength and Honor to follow. There will also be words or verbal components to accompany these pieces as well. Since these simple truths as I’ve mentioned I feel come in many forms I may produce multiple images under one title, Courage
#1,2,3 ect… But that still remains to be seen.
Thank you deeply for letting me share HOPE with you. It’s been an honor and pleasure.
One of the things I’ve been dreading about the upcoming move is going through the boxes from my late father who passed aways very suddenly 05/30/2007 a day before my 37th birthday. During the course of my morning which started at 2am pst this morning 12/4/13 I found some very interesting files buried in one of the many boxes I’ve had the displeasure of going through today. It comes with mixed emotions that I share these things with you today. As complex as my relationship with my father was he and I share one very similar trait, we are (were) very sentimental, keeping notes and bits of paper from histories past as mementoes of things gone by. Pretty normal I imagine. While going through these boxes I found a file with my name on it thinking it would be report cards or kid related doctors stuff, I took a deep breath and opened said file. Much to my surprise it held only one envelope with my late grandmothers hand writing. In 1996 she submitted one of my poems to a national poetry contest. I didn’t know anything about it until I received an acceptance letter from the National Library of Congress stating that my piece published in an anthology book of poetry. Still to this day I’ve never seen the book itself but with the letter I found this morning I’ll be able to start narrowing down the possibilities. The following is that poem, written in 1983 when I was 13 years old.
Throwing stones through a glass room to the tune of deaf ears Cast away by a blind man with the temperance of steel and a heart like coal Do you understand his pain? Woe.. Do the hearts of the persecuted cry for the day of their release. A silent black death to take the place of the pain inflicted by their captures. I cry a blood stained tear for the meek and unwilling. I cry for you.
Benjamin M Prewitt 1983
Its been so long since ive thought about this piece, I can’t remember a time in my life ever that there wasnt conflict, small moments in time where things were smooth but it never seemed to last long. I guess things havent changed much in that respect. Maybe its due to my passion or my view of the world. Maybe its a reaction to the things I see and have always seen in humankind. Today should be a day a great joy. It’s the day of the Something Red reception and the downtown Salem Oregon Art Walk yet I’m wrought with conflict of the heart and mind. I often wonder if this is the curse of an artist and those impassioned beyond the “normal” or if by some way or some thing I’m just eternally broken. Cursed by the heavens to carry a cross that is not my own.
I hope the day is kind to all of you and you find in your hearts to love. That you find the courage, strength and hope you need to live your lives to the fullest without the burden I feel every waking moment of life.
Be Brave Be Bold and Thrive in the Life you have… and I will try to do the same.
Benjamin M Prewitt
1970-current a work in progress.
I miss you Dad where ever you are.
** photo taken Dec 1971, I was one year old. The painting behind him was one of his own and something I remember vividly.
There comes a time each day that I fear the most. When all the voices fade away and the lights get turned down. I’m left with just myself and my demons. I found this image on tumbler the other day that visually expresses it fairly well.
It matches a waking dream I had when I was less than 8 growing up at my grandparents farm house.
Have you ever really really admitted to yourself what you fear most? I fear death. Not to be confused with dying but the precipice between life and death when the mind is panicking going through its fight or flight animal mechanism. That feeling if utter helplessness. I’ve come close to death a number of times in my life. I’ve even stood right next to it as he chose another instead of me. Still to this day death scares me. Dying not do much I’ve come to grips that we were all born to die and have been doing it well since the second we were conceived.
I know there’s more after this journey it’s the next birth I fear or should I say the shock of it. Any how sorry that’s depressing as hell. It just got very quiet around here tonight it’s dark, cold , raining and in general pretty crappy outside right now. Mixed with all the things that are changing it kinda puts my head in a strange place. To end on a positive note fear, speaking from experience is a powerful emotion when tapped into can be a huge source of strength. So do not let fear control your life if needed take fear by the hand understand it, respect it and then move on. So please always remember to Be Brave, Be Bold an Thrive in the life you have.
Today is a new day a new chance to be amazing.
Yes it’s true I’m a bad boy… figured a little graffiti prior to moving in to mark my territory was acceptable and surely if anyone complains I’ll simply ask why were you in my studio office closet? Hmmmm:
Yes tis true I’m bored. I can’t go home and paint because it’s all here
I keep starting to panic because I don’t have my paint stuff set up but then I’m reminded that carpets and floors go in this coming Thursday so by next weekend I’ll be able to paint the actual studio area of the space and start to get thins set up, which I’m very very excited for. The space is large enough for me to be able to incorporate a sitting area and possibly a day bed. That being said I’ll never have to leave we I suppose I’ll have to socialize at some point. Maybe…possibly we shall see. I do have a unique plan for one wall of the studio. This particular wall is floor to ceiling cupboards.
Sorry about the debris my new studio is acting as the staging area for the remodel since it’s the closest open access to the main house that’s not the front door. Anyhow those cupboards with the naturally occurring frames are just screaming paint me. Firstly the entire space is going to be painted white. Pure fresh and unfeathered by distraction. Then as I’m waiting for current pieces to dry I’m going to turn each one of the small doors into its own painting fun yes? I think so. You maybe wondering why paint what could be my next best piece ever on a cupboard door? Well in the spring that wall is slated to get a full length window on the too half so I figure why not have some fun with it because come spring I’ll take them all off prior to demo and add them to the collection if any of them turn out to be “keepers”
Well folks I think that’s my update for today I’ve been up since 1:30a pst and would live to sleep but I’m stuck here at the farm and being a good boy and not participating in any of the wall painting. We are down to the great room and it most likely would kill me if I tried to paint 15-20 foot ceilings with my ribs the way they are so I’ve drafted the kids to make it happen and they are doing a brilliant job!! Yay. Tonight I have to take down the November show currently hanging downtown, which besides clearing some space in the studio was a bust no sales no emails certainly a number of very kind comments, which I always appreciate but nothing that’s going to pay for my health insurance of millions of pills I take each month. Ce la vie. In January I’ll be back at Crema where they love and support their artist. ((Hugs)) to my Crema girls. Right I’m done.
I managed to not completely destroy myself today, that in itself is reason to celebrate. See for those who don’t know me, it’s not as if I’m just a idiot and enjoy self destruction I just haven’t learned my “new” limits with this Parkinson’s disease. One of the tricky things is unless the fatigue kicks in which will stop me in my tracks immediately my mind kicks into “go” mode and I will simply do what needs to be done when presented with a must do situation. I suffer from peripheral neuropathy which for me means I have little to know sensation on my skin, yes, as you sit and ponder what that means. I make a great human voodoo doll.
Lol. No I’m not as cool as that little guy but it is one seriously funny party trick.
Anyhow I digress. When we first took possession of the Farm house it was in really, really bad shape and by the 5th of December we will have repainted and floored the entire main house. During the first few days of this process I thought well since the yard is like 2 years overgrown I’ll start here. Yeah, well I hurt my rib cage something fierce. I couldn’t feel that I had pulled or tore something inside until the damage was already done. So what made today a “Big Day” you may ask. I’ve been slowly packing up the studio and today was the day I asked for help!!! Wow yes there’s hope for me yet.
It makes my tummy hurt a little to see the studio like this but it’s all part of the process right, birth and change of any kind is often painful. I kept the supplies I needed to complete “HOPE”
Which I will complete this weekend and take it over with the final studio stuff this Sunday. Currently all my art stuff is jammed in my soon to be completed studio office at the Farm house.
Yes my tiny little office space. That’s okay my normal office stuff is going in the library at the new house. Speaking of new house not only did 3/4 of the studio leave today a small mountain of boxes left as well .
Yay now only oh 20x more boxes than that and we’ll be on our way the movers for the big stuff come the 14th and I must say I’m sooooo happy I don’t have to move furniture myself this time. With as many times as I’ve moved in the past twenty years I’m more than happy to pay the young lads to move the heavy stuff, especially since the PD borrowed and forgot to return 1/2 my strength and 3/4 my left side range of motion.Oops PD is so forgetful sometimes. right then well I’m getting a bit sleepy, I’ve been up for the past 20 hours I think it’s time for an evening nap. I hope the day was kind to all of you and that your doing well. Never forget: Be Brave, Be Bold and Thrive in the life you have.
I would be remiss living in the country I do if I didn’t send out two important messages today one being Happy Thanksgiving the other being Happy Hanukkah. As a rule I’m not very supportive of what commercialized society has done to the holidays here in the states, nor do I think it’s that fabulous that we celebrate what was the basically the demise of one of the greatest cultures in North America being the American Indians. But I do believe in family and creating a culture of love and support within that unit. Over my years in this planet family has meant many things from growing up on the farm with my grand parents to living alone briefly with my father. Not to mention the many years that the friends I had around me at the time were the only family I had close. Family again is about love, support, nurture and caring so in many aspects you who are reading this are a part of my family and for you I’m thankful, very thankful.
I hope where ever you are regardless of culture or creed that today and the coming holiday season fills you with love, hope and strength. Should you ever find yourself in need of a hand to hold be it to lift you up or stand by your side know one thing, I’m right here waiting for you to call my name.