Good song, Good day

Everyday I wake up in this new situation I grow stronger room by room I clean the cobwebs of life away. This last month I’ve been doing so much thinking about myself what I need to be happy.  Also the realization that I far to easily let myself become enveloped in my partner. Taking on emotionally and physically to much baggage that isn’t really mine to carry. For so long I envisioned myself as this good guy trying to do good things but in reality I think I’ve been a bit of an enabler. Also I’ve discovered that I hate being alone. Not sexually speaking, honestly sex is sex no big deal. I’m talking about a partner a companion. Someone to share the experiences of life with. Sure I’m scared about being alone with Parkinson’s disease but having lived a full life from experience to me it’s better with a buddy. Plus I’m sure my neighbors think I’m a nutter for talking to the crows all day. 

So yeah, it’s time to focus on me, I had to think about when I was most happy in my life to find out what direction I needed to take. Which for a person that hates being a lone is tricky because my first thought is always for someone else. I love to love. Since the first thing as an adult that makes my heart swoon was the memory of raising my children, I laughed because no, I’ve had my child and raised another. I know never say never, but really I’m 46 with PD it’s not really fair for me to bring another human into this world. Second I love to paint, I could paint 25 hours a day if my body would let me. I love write and take photos of this life. So that’s what I’m going to do. Though at times it feels like I’m expected to keep up the pace with the rest of the world. Honestly I can’t do that anymore. My mind can’t express itself that quickly nor can my body handle the pressure aka stress of trying to. 

Old goal made new, paint, write, live, love. Simply. My son turns 18 in a year and then I’ll decide whether or not to move to the UK or the coast. Still though I think small farm, pond and or creek. Good view and good friends. Is the right choice. My whole goal after I got sick and before I had children was to become one of the few living great American abstract artists, key word is living. I figure the last time I focused only on the arts it worked out okay. So now is the time to get working on it again. Right then it’s pay bills day, to some known as payday but I find since 95% of my funds go to bills, I’ll think of it as Bill day so I don’t get sad when I see what’s left over lol. 

Cheers and much love
“a life on progress”


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 


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”