New Start….New Studio*** Rant

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Many of you know about some of the most private details of my life at this point..

Some of you would even say I’ve over shared…
I guess that’s the beauty of what happens here we all have a choice. To come together under a common bond and share the joys and
sorrows of each others lives. Some to comment, some to watch from the shadows and judge. Either way I made a decision when I first started
blog to be open. Many people forget that this site didn’t start as an Art blog but as my personal journal cataloging my life and struggles with coming to
terms with Young Onset Parkinson’s disease. This journey has taken me around the united states and abroad I’m happy to say I’ve shared every step along the ways, the good the bad and the very ugly personal truths of my life that in reality many of us share in common but would never put out there the way I do.

I’ve said it before and Ill stand by it. I’m a man, no different than any other with the slight exception that I paint and write my heart and soul for all to see. I end 99% of my posts with a kind word. And I pose some hard questions and thoughts because I believe that one man and one voice can change the world.
Art and words have lost their meaning and I will not stand for it another second. For if YOU will not Be Brave and Be Bold or Thrive in the life you have….. I will. If given the chance I would take your hand and shout your name from the roof tops to show the world your brilliance and compassion. Live your words or don’t use them at all. At this point I’ve lost all of it. My job, my career my home and my family and Ill be dammed if I’m going to silence my heart and soul now.
I just received word that I’ve been accepted into a local art co-op. 4 floors of prime down town retail, commercial and loft living space. A place that is positioning its self at the edge of creating an new feel a new scene thriving and ready to make Art believable again. Any person can put brush to canvas, lead to paper and glue a stone to a ring. But only a few can create through there passion to express that love, fear and strength through their art. So again I say…to you.
Be Brave, Be Bold and Thrive in the life you have…
No… life is not easy for any of us. But if I can live through the things I’ve seen, done and had happen to me then you can too. I believe in you. I’ve seen your strength, beauty and passion.

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That’s all I’ve to say.
Namaste
Benjamin
1970-current
“A life in progress”

Studio update ~ My Girl (Tempest) ** Name change

So often when I paint I let things flow, I’ve spoken about it a number of times. I do believe that there is a relationship between the paint and I. It’s not always about me imposing my will upon the piece but a true symbiotic relationship between the paint and I. I’ve been up since 2:30a after catching a few hours of sleep last night. I must say I’m very excited to bring you today’s update. Yes there are still messy edges that need to be refined, and most of the work thus Farrah’s been to the upper half of the piece. I think she’s getting to a point where true nature is coming through. So please let me introduce a work in progress
From the My Girl Collection:
Tempest
41.5×48.5
Ink and acrylic

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I’m going to show a number of shots some maybe similar just with a different light source.

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I have to admit this morning as I dragged myself off the couch and into the studio I wasn’t sure if I could do it today. Parkinson’s has taken away a great deal of range of motion and arm strength especially when it concerns holding my arms upright. Not to mention physically gripping the brush for a long period of time. As I started in my arm ached, hips pulsed with pain and a few times I simply sat and looked at her thinking how….how can I do this? Well as always, one moment at a time and slowly but surely she started to come together. My hope is to have her completed before I leave for England this Friday, we’ll just have to see hoe it goes. I do want to take a few moments and thank each and every one of you, especially those who take the time to comment, over the past 3 years I’ve almost given up a number of times but because I’m a stubborn Irish bastard and I have the support of everyone here I haven’t. So thank you, thank you for helping me keep my dream alive. I know that if my dad was alive he’d be proud.
As always be brave….be bold…and thrive in the life you have

Much love and light
Benjamin
2014

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Recycled words~**Reflection**

*Reflections*
As the night grows cold I’m left with thoughts of flutterby kisses
and soft simple wishes, long walks on summers beaches.
Holding hands,sand, sunsets and Irish bands
all the things I have no more.
Electric light consumes my night and not a muse left to be found.
As I walk in my minds delight
I’m brought back to faces and place things that have gone before
of carefree days and all night talks, bottles of scotch, summer sword fights.
Speaking in Latin just because we can. Playing in paint until the canvas cried in jealousy.
I was the butterfly king, covered from head to toe dripping with drink and warmed by the sun. Those were the days…and these are there knights.

Benjamin
2014

2:00 AM……

Being located in the west coast of the US we are a little behind the world clock, so as Friday has arrived for so many of you, happy Friday btw, for me here it’s 2-ish as my tablet and I cuddle into the sofa looking for the sleep lost in the cracks. I thought I’d share the evolution of the Last Dance with you. What started as a bare piece of wood has transformed into this so far, very much a work in progress.

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See I already had this frame literally just laying around so I’ve cut two 9×12 little panels the second of which isn’t at a stage I feel comfortable showing. Soon though. Maybe.

Well my friends I’m off to chase the sandman again for bit I do hope the dawn has greeted you with open arms. Have a lovely day. Talk to you soon.

Namaste
Benjamin

A muse less morning….

Given the lack of stars above..
The fog has stayed for days..
Such darkness cold and loneliness
Lives only in the hearts of men and monsters .
As I search the electric light of the universe for strength
signs of love, peace and tranquility.
A body full of pain and fear
as one paints a pretty face to keep the demons at bay .
Tired of playing games tired of life’s trials they say “what does not kill us makes us stronger”.
My question is then a Sir/Madame
How strong does one need to be? And why ?
Why not kill me where I stand as you’ve done my father and fathers father.
Why slowly crush my life from the inside out?
Such pondering wandering a on this starless morning.
No moon to flirt with no wanten kisses.
To lose thoughts upon…
Just paint and pills, dots and dashes.

B~xx
2014