gifts

Into the heart of the matter does a man not begin to see things clearly after years of experience and silent hell spent yearning for things lost to the uncureable and fortunes failure.?

Give him not the grace of wisdom by failing to prove faithful and loyal of heart and mind, then truly demons mist walk among us in the shape of Eve and Angels lost of hope and heart, broken and cursed forevermore. Wings of gossomur silk traded for whispers of a ghost, lost in the darkness.

Again surrounded by confusion and panic. Living in a roller coasters heart has taken its toll… I’ve grown to tired to fight anymore, the soul of Hope has been bled nearly dry by harlotts and harpies. Grown so tired of endless giving, endless judgement and critics galor. All for a place to rest this weary and weathered soul, a cursed night and endless wonderer now numb and tired from the rain and cold of this life. Shivers uncontrolled now echo these bones of truths giving pardon only to fires in my soul as I drift away…

The End… A freewrite by.me

Benjamin M Prewitt 2017 December 31st #myshakylife

Well hello! I hope everyone’s day has been fantastic. I’ve been in the studio most of the day so far with the exception of my afternoon nap. Here is the progress so far I’m using the digital black frames so I can envision the final looks, none of these are truly completed yet the top two abstract landscapes are very close but the bottom two will have more work done as they are a different style, enjoy.

4in x 4in Blue abstract

4in x 4in Sunset/Savannah abstract

4in x 4in abstract

So besides varnishing the Art Blocks this has been my day so far. I have a larger panel that’s been having its texture dry all day but it won’t be ready to paint until tomorrow. Thanks for joining me today we’ll have PM music and paint later today and possibly some words as I’ve been in a writing mood as of late.

Namaste
Benjamin