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.
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“Time to move on”
36″ x 48″
This was a tribute piece that I did for De Kooning in 2012.
If you look closely you can see the eyes, nose and mouth of the figure
in the foreground.
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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
Happy Friday just a little music to start the day. For the first six months after my son was born WE he and I didn’t sleep so every night I would walk around with him and sing him to sleep with this song:
This piece will be one of my projects today. I’ve only put a very small amount of time into get this far just the basic color blocking and design. I think today I’ll start on the shading and see if anything else manifests its self.
Once again and as always, much love and happiness to all of you and thank you for stopping by it truly means more than you know.
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.
Ok so I admit its a little hard to feed everyone or anyone cookies through the Internet but I thought I’d share my day. Yes I ran around like a crazy man for the better half of the whole day. UPS store and the Print shop, grocery store and plenty more. Needless to say I’m beat but I’m making a super ninja surprise for the house Madeline’s yum…. I hope I’ve never made them before so well see how they turn out.
sorry I just had to he he he every time I think of these cookies I think of dear Madeline. So no I did not spend the day cooking little French girls I made these instead.
Grrr. Word Press keeps eating this post, must be the cookies.
I hope the world has been kind with you today.
Sending big ((((hugs))) and cookies to all.
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.
I must be I strange place these past few hours last nights country and this mornings Bruce. The sounds of the city are alive this morning the white noise hum in the background as the sound of a distant train echoes through the valley . It’s very dark out and a chill has returned to the air, almost cold to the point is a sweater. Only one lonely frog sings for me tonight I think that he calls to his love but finds only the night answering his calls.
My body is wracked with pain from PT yesterday, such is the dangers of the pool it seems so effortless, until the next morning when my pd says hey what the hell your not supposed to go running.
This picture for me has always reminded me of pain my pain, it’s deep rooted, tangled and relentless. Yes daily I find a away through its tendrils to reach a place where I can move forward with my life. Find hope and peace of mind. So where am I going with this morning ramble? Damn good question, pain,medication fog head, lack of proper sleep and a lonely heart yes you guessed it I’m off to the studio it rid my conscious mind of pain, focus my head and fill my heart. I hope that any of you reading this today can go to your “studio” and find the thins in your life you need and if you can’t I’m always here we can look together.
It’s time for more coffee and some focus for myself.