Back on Twitter ;)

Check out B (@bmp503art):

I’ve reopened a twitter account for the  purpose of Art exposure only. It’s time to go back to work painting full-time,time to redecorate the house and rebuild the yard. Same goal same plan by next July I’d very much like to buy a small piece of land,house, start a little selfsustainable farm and a studio:) then I figure I’ll have both the  safety of a home that’s always home and the option to travel for the Arts and PD advocacy.

Until later, I’ll be be busy for the next few days. Going home tomorrow. 

Much love and light. Benjamin 


The Angels wept today.

The angels wept today.
They wept for the lost loves
Swept away by passions short sight.
They wept for the sons and daughters that ask why? 
They wept for the lost souls and weak of hope.
They wept for the voiceless and afraid.
They wept for you and i as the tears of change rolled down their cheeks.
They wept for stories never told or whispered in sleeping ears.
They wept for a life never truly realized.
The Angels wept today and so did I.


“In memory of hope,love and passion.”


Watch “Dido – Thank You” on YouTube

I really just wanted to express how thankful I am for all the kindness, understanding, patience and love I’ve received in this life and during these hard time from so many of you. Thank you, truly and deeply. Always and forever 


“Be brave be bold and thrive in the life you have”


Wiggles~When passion looses compassion.

Hi, thanks for stopping in.Well I kinda like to call it the wiggles it sounds better than tremor or dyskinesia. Another day up 3am slept from 4p-3a I guess this is kinda my way hiding from the world. When I’m asleep I’ve a chance to sort it all out, hopefully wake up refreshed. As funny as it sounds I’m dreading going back to my house. Not so much because I’ll be alone but because I’m afraid of the wrath of a scorned woman. No offense ladies you know I love ya but y’all can get a little destructive.
See mostly guys are silly and reactive. A guy will say fine be a bitch. A woman on the other hand will go into another room and drop your favorite coffee cup of 25yrs down stairs, say oh baby I’m sorry what we’re talking about,(evil grin)
**FICTIONAL STORY*** really just making a point. So yeah I’m a bit timid when it comes to going home tomorrow.
I think the worst part about this whole experience is well obviously that everyone involved got hurt in some way. That’s never ever okay. But so many things were said and done wrong, misinterpreted or just plain ignored. I guess that’s what happens when passion looses compassion. I tell ya it’s F’ing horrible. Any how. My dear friends who have been keeping me safe during this month are back from their east coast trip so know I’ve someone I can chat with face to face and for me that huge. I’ve always been a very visual and have a really hard time interpreting text conversations. So having real humans to hug and speak to see key for me right now. Throughout most of this month I’ve had to make some serious choices without the one person I’d grown close to. Life, sheesh kicking my ass these days. Any here’s a bit paint and an almost done “Angel Heart”

These piece of  wood was chosen specificly for its gain pattern painted and textured against the grain hives natural depth changes and I feel adds to the organic look I wanted for this piece. I keep going right back to a Japanese pottery techniques that uses gold inlay but I have to do it at the right time or the depth won’t be righy. Anyhow I’m rambling. 

Much love and light.
“A life on hold”