Roses: Mary Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” is a commonly quoted part of a dialogue in William Shakespeare’s play Romeo and Juliet, in which Juliet argues that the names of things do not matter, only what things “are” (we would say today “how they behave”)
It’s saddens me that I can no longer garden. The sheer amount of pain I felt just going down the stairs to take these photos this morning was rather staggering actually. But for you anything. Here are a few I the roses from my garden which is wrought-fully over grown and in dire need of more deft hands than I have to offer any more. This first shot is to give you an idea if how large this rose bush is, photo taken from my second story deck.
You can also see the mid of the pines that cradle the house in all sides. More roses:
I love this bush, it’s an heirloom rose ugly as hell if one is not used to heirloom roses (wild roses) they can be rather odd to see.
This is only a small fraction of the roses I have in the back garden there are a dozen more or so that didn’t have photo ready blooms yet. My favorite is yet to come to life this year but she on her way. It’s a bush that has grown in the the very large plant from the first photo. She will produce hundreds of te most perfect tiny tea roses in groups that look like grapes it’s truly one of the things I love most about this house when she is in full bloom the deck off the master will be consumed with a cascade of perfect little white roses
It’s such a magnificent gift from nature I cherish every year. Ok then well enough of the garden I’ve stretched my form enough and it’s time to go back to the studio and play with paint for a while.
Stay tuned for more from the studio as the day progresses.
As time evolves it gives and takes
Pushes and pulls
sometimes in every direction at once.
How do we chose our paths
As well are being pulled apart?
So many lights in the night sky
Which ones do you watch
Can we watch them all
Can I keep them all safe
I’ve lost 2 and given one back
To the night from wence it came
I seek harmony yet my mind and
Body flow like the raging river
A constant stream of thought
And motion always searching
Always hollow, aching for
A piece of broken puzzle
Lost like a child’s shovel at the shore
Goodnight and may you find peace in the day that comes.
Even paint brushes need a rest now and again, these poor fellas some of them being in their twenties at this point which is old for a brush these days get a little tired. Time for a nice hot bath ahhhhh, so nice.
So big plans for this Friday night? Who me no make dinner, go to bed that’s the extent of my plans. Maybe troll twitter and say hi to the many fantastic ppl floating about but that’s about as social as I get these days.
Okay need to shower and do laundry.
Much love and Friday Hugs
This is “Green Girl” I believe we met her yesterday or maybe they day before they tend to blend into each other these days. She is nowhere near being done but has come miles from where she started 20 years ago.
I hope the day has found you well and full of hope.
Butterfly kisses and soft simple wishs
Wings of an angel and glimpses of fishes
Sushi roll and dragon kite
Brave old soldier in the night
Grasping, gleaming of things
He was dreaming
All through the night his fingers
to find the right key
To make the words tight
Buttons and bowlers hats
Stockings and lace
Never to once see the look on her face
Good morning, I hope the day has been treating you well. It’s a dreary day here in town, cold rainy kinda no fun. So lets look as something to brighten the day okay?
This is an unframed shot of
52″ x 40″
Lots of color for our day.
Just wanted to pop in and say good morning I’m off on an unexpected errand talk to you all soon.
Vintage street glass used to act as a sky light in the tunnels beneath the city.
More vintage street glass this stuff makes for great pictures.
****Thoughts***** At the end of the day
When the light fades away
How will you be judged
By your actions as a man
Can you say at the end of the day
That your light shined in the darkest of day
Or our your lips covered in the lies of men
In the end let your actions speak for your words
And let their words speak of your actions
Today ended up being a big day taking its toll physically far more than I would have liked. That’s the funny thing I found about Parkinson’s and the meds used to treat it. I was cruising (well kinda ) cruising for me that is and doing well until pm 5:30 pills. The thing is the meds only treat the symptoms and that is for me at least only when all the stars line up perfectly which quite frankly doesn’t happen that often. So 5:30 pills did virtually nothing. Rather rapidly the stiffness and rigidity of PD set in constricting my major joints, causing cellular fatigue and slowing my pace to a shaky, stiff slow crawl lol good times right…? No not to much, but there’s nothing that can change or fix it so sometimes you just learn to say okay… This is how it’s going to be for now and You keep moving forward. So in my pain I give you my light, my hope and my strength those of you living with pain of head and pain of heart know this, it will change and chances are it will get a heck of a lot better.. In times when you feel over wrought in life’s strife keep moving forward.
Good day, I hope it’s treating you well, errands done coffee ingested, the painting has started. Remember this thing?
Well it’s decided that it needed a change so it’s transformed into this,
granted its only the first layers so it’s not really anything yet but I’m thinking I’ll just use 3 colors blue,red,yellow so we’ll have to see what happens.
And this photo
Well it’s still just a photo but it’s also starting to become a painting:
Granted I’m just starting to play with the layout and tones a bit so it to will change some before its done. I’m not trying to create an exact copy but it will be close when completed.
This piece I’m pretty sure is finished. I varnished it today so if I decide to play with it and don’t like what I see I can just wash it away.
Ok well I’m back down to get messy I hope your day is one of beauty and joy.
So I think I might have figured out part of the reason I’m in such a funk. It’s May I hate May, my Grandmother Ruth passed in May and my Dad died in May. I have out up this mental shield of denial since dad passed in 2007 the day before my birthday about it but every year since I get wicked depressed and withdrawn in May and it always takes me a while to figure it out.
So happy ef’n May http://youtu.be/VUZ8ehWB2Mc
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.
A night of limitless possibilities as 1/2 the world sleeps and the other awakes to another day, time and human perspective being relative only to the ones who hold them. May your day be full of the things you need from it and little of the things you don’t.
I came to you a broken man
You filled my heart with joy
I came to you lost without a home
You opened your doors and welcomed
With shakes and quakes I came at all hours of the day and night.
You always gave me shelter.
Through rain and pain you gave me comfort.
Through fear and flight I gave you hope and a kind word.
To: All and anyone reading this post I wanted to say thank you. You truly have no idea how much my WP community means to me:
9 month 2 weeks 639 followers
1030 posts 13.5k comments
And it hasn’t even been a full year.
I started this blog out of a need. A need to not be alone in my life, I’ve never have had a blog or online presence before. I was alone and scared with my Parkinson’s all I had was my art yet not a single person to share it with. I had pain and PD and paint. Now I can add people to the list which has given me again more hope and joy in my life than many of you could ever fathom. So while I can, let me give thanks. I give thanks to you. The people that take the time to comment, reply, interact and be a part of this experience with me.
On bended knee with all the love and strength I have. Thank you I never would have stayed if it wasn’t for you.
Benjamin M. Prewitt
Painter,poet,warrior and friend.