**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.
Tis in the small hours of the morning
I miss you most of all.
This darkness pull at my heart and soul
Body quakes and shakes
bones creak and crack
as the pain ripple like cool water
through all that I am, was and will
Simple words fall from the sky
as I catch each one to give to you
not knowing not thinking just doing
and being, for I know only one way.
The sun will come today, bringing a list
of To Do’s and Boo who’s do I have too’s
and what not’s.
Each one given a time and place till
I can finally erase these things and
simply sit with you.
Good morning\Afternoon and evening, I hope the day has found you well, first off from deep in my heart I’d like to thank many of you for your lovely well wishes. This time of great change I must admit has caught me off guard a bit. I cherish change it keeps life fresh and new. It is the life blood of the future. Yet this time of change id new for me as I’ve never experienced great change with PD. Though my onset of Parkinson’s disease was rapid and honestly pretty brutal compared to the stories I’ve read from others with PD. I’ve only had PD for a little over two years. So there are many things in life I’ve yet to experience with my new-found friend. Moving being one of them and doing so in such a grand manner has been one of the toughest things I’ve done regardless of PD. I suppose hurting myself in a very painful fashion practically on day one hasn’t made things any easier. But I’m a fighter, I am that tree that will soak up the suns warmth from whatever direction it comes and save it for a rainy day. The tricky thing about this move is my body is missing some key indicators of when its time to be done. I suffer from peripheral neuropathy to the extent that I have little to no physical sensation in my hands, arms and legs.
So while your body will tell you “hey” you just hurt yourself or cut your leg ect.. I don’t feel those things the way most do. So when I do finally feel the pain it’s from a completely different source and sadly one that doesn’t know how to get that information correctly to the places it needs to go, My brain. O.o
I’ve talked with doctors as of late about ways to fight this but it seems their answer is to just kill the nerve completely, for instance I have a nerve knot in my foot that sends shocks up my leg from my big toe to my calf. It basically feels like liquid fire being poured up the nerve. Sciences answer to that was a quick injection of “your dead” of which I declined. Id rather feel the pain than never feel again. As for my ribs they will heal, anyone who has ever broken multiple ribs know exactly what im talking about. You go to the doctor in excruciating pain and they say hmm, it looks like you’ve broken or bruised your ribs, here’s a pain pill and a wrap, see you in six weeks, if it hurts too much, sorry don’t hurt your ribs. Anyhow I digress, as the title may suggest im going to be taking a day off,… Kind of, maybe… A little, First the boy and I are going to get our hair cut, for those of you who know me well it is an act of cleansing as well as a “looks” thing. My hair now is way to long for my liking. Today is also the “Something Red” art submission day so I need to go do that. I also have a print I need to pick up at the frame store and get that ready to ship out. Which reminds me I am getting close to capacity on some of the print’s, some of you may not know but I will be not make more than 20 of any print. I really didn’t want to make prints to begin with but as requested and suggested by many of you I decided to go ahead and do so.
So as I sit here a ramble away as I often do, the day is slipping away, Thank you all again for your opinion on the “Something Red” submissions and Truly, Truly thank you for your kind words. People often ask or state ” I don’t know how you manage or carry on” well its simple im a stubborn Irish bastard and simply from the kindness and strength gifted by others. Enough ramblings lets look at some Art for just a small moment in time.
As I lay me down to sleep
Autumns Passing 24″x36″ Mixed media
The above paintings mark the most recent work completed, “As I lay me down to sleep”, ” Autumns Passing and “Horizons” all done within the past 30 days or so. I guess I can keep my title as a painter. I just feel shameful as I have a head bursting with images just clamoring to get out. Soon enough right? Soon I will have a “working” studio that friends and patrons may come visit with me at, It HAS A WINDOW!!!! which for those who know is kind of a running joke. Not only am I red-green color blind but I practically paint in the dark with my one “shop light” glaring down at me. Right I coud just sit here all day a chat. which is really what I’d like to do but I must go.
What do we do when there nothing left to give? How do we find the strength to carry on? I feel like I’ve hit a wall, a giant huge freaking wall. But why? you may ask, Seems like things are going great right? Well maybe to the outside eyes. I’m a painter right? well ive painted 1 painting in the past month for me a guy who has enough creative energy to paint more than my body will allow one small painting is worthless. I don’t even have time to think these days it’s literally get up take pills get dressed and go and that’s if I’ve even slept. I feel like I don’t even have time for the people I need to keep close in my life that do give me strength. I have reached the end of my strength. We just found out that M’s mom needs to have surgery gallbladder removed ASAP, our family in Chicago one of them has just been diagnosed with Leukemia and the other was brutally attacked by a deer. Yes a deer, i know it sounds funny but when a 250+ buck sticks his horns through you it’s not a pretty thing. This buck destroyed 3 rooms of their home before they were able to open the garage and get it out but not before causing great physical damage to both the person in the home and the deer.
I’m trying so hard to be so many things for so many people, I honestly don’t know how I can continue. Its funny I give advice all the time about compartmentalized and relaxing. Looking for the bright and shiny in life. But I am done..Lost in my selfmade hell. On that note I will wish all of you well and see you when I see you. May life be kind to you and you to it. I’ll try to post when I can but I’ve gone to a very dark place in my head and heart a place I don’t share and a place (here) that I can no longer share all because of unworthy eyes.
Good morning and happy monday from the great pacific northwest. Id like to personally thak all of you who took the time to comment on the first half of this post. As pasrt one said tbc here is the second half. The painting that most folks mentioned are pretty much the one I figured would be voted for. I figured we would look at a couple more just for giggles but honestly I think most of the really really good ones have already been purchased. Seems like its time for me to get busy painting
These are the current most voted for pieces:
Here are a couple more pieces Ive been thinking about submitting
3 color abstract sunset / rise
Pi~Guy and the Cowboy
To be honest Im not sure what pieces Im going to go with, They have to be framed and they have to be 36″ x 48″ at the largest. If they let me submitt pieces that at that size prior to being framed the I’ll submitt These 3 no question if not then im unsure:
Angels and Demons
Right then its time for me to get this day going. I have the pleasure of having lunch with a very dear friend today and Im taking the day off from the Farm house. I managed to pull most of the muscles surrounding my ribs on the right side a couple days ago and yeah it hurts like crazy so im more than happy to take the day, plus normal life stuff calls I need to go to the market and prepare a menu for the week.
As always, Be Brave, Be Bold and Thrive in the life you have.
Much love and light.
No symphony tonight of crickets and frogs for the west wind sings a different song this day.
One of torment and pain one of absence and loss.
High in the trees I here her howling gale like the sea crashing upon rocks of a distant shore.
One solo knight sits in the darkness
Absent of stars and song.
Only one solo form to greet me this morn.
Physical pain drips from my armor like
Dew on the leaves at dawn.
But still is it and wait for the silence to break….
Nothing comes, no friend by my side
No face to greet the day.
All doors of this hallowed hall marked shut…..not a peep can be heard
One frog, the west wind and I greet this day. matutinus silentio excipiens
( When silence greets the dawn)
May the day treat you well, guide you in love,hope an strength. Hold you right in angels wings covered in hope for a new day.
** posted originally April of this year, I find my hands unwilling to type to I found some of my own words to match how I feel tonight( this morning)
All my love.
Good day, I hope your all doing well and enjoying this fine day on planet earth. I’m not sure whats in store for me today but I must say my head is so full of everything right now im finding it hard to do anything. I need to run some donations to a local place here shortly, i also need to get the rest of the tags up for the show down town. I think the stress of traveling and moving and hanging a show in such close succession is (was) a bad idea. I’m finding myself not painting or writing much. I’ve fallen back in with that damn monster fatigue, My arch nemeses, I do hate him so. Ive been stretching and working out everyday and I still feel like crap. They say its because of the way my brain has changed due to the PD that I or my brain interprets pain diffrently, what ever it is its kind of a bummer :-D Ive just today added some more things to all the “shops”
Well I think we should look at some art and get on with the day, its just about 10a here and Ive a ton of stuff im not doing that needs to be attended to:
A piece we havent seen in a long time
Sabbia is still one of my favs, though im not sure why. I think its because it was done when i finally started to come to terms with my PD like I was trying to explain to someone the other day. Accepting a thing for what it is doesn’t mean that one has given up, it simply means they’ve (ive) come to terms with , Progressive, incurable, degenerative, three words you really never want to hear in the same sentence especially when its directed at one self. But it is what it is. Anyhow i have a cat how’s trying to invade the keyboard so i must be on my way.
When it rains
I miss you most of all.
The nights spent
talking till dawn
as the gentle tears
come to wash
away the truths
of the past shared
by broken hearts.
Searching for a soulmate
of similar song.
There where more
Gentle times for
You and I.
Times when the world
For days on end
Danced in the rain.
Times when suits and
Skirts and simple
Flirts could carry
A conversation for days.
Sadly…when it rains
I miss you most of all.
in such many morning as this does one find such lovers bliss beneath the stars and written above or in the hearts of a single white dove. does one not yearn for the taste of sweet paint on the hands and words dripping from the tongue of one so sweet and of yet to meet on that cold autumn street.
which way would you go if you were truly part water. In a concentric circle flow?