A Shift In Time

Jesse was trying to wake up but her eyes weren't cooperating and her brain seemed trapped in the fog left from a deep sleep. As she tried to make her mind and body wake for the day ahead she carried on an internal conversation with herself. Come on Jesse let's get a move on, there are things to do and people to see. It is a new day after all. Even as that thought came into her head came the realization that what day it was seemed to be eluding her consciousness. The day before was lost in the same fog that still enveloped her mind. Okay she thought I must have been seriously exhausted when I went to bed and this is just morning amnesia. Still as her eyes struggled to open she wondered what she had done on the mysteriously lost day that made her so exhausted and on a side note why am I smelling newly mowed grass and why is this bed so darned hard. Jesse moved to stretch and realized that she wasn't actually on her bed but on grass; her eyes snapped open as she woke fully. Looking around in panic she discovered she was laying on the newly mowed lawn of the Three Pines Country Club. To add to her disorientation, when she stood a lace covered gown tangled in her legs: a lace covered wedding dress to be exact. What the heck had she done the day before and what day was that anyway? Jesse stood gazing around her with panic in her eyes and her fist in her mouth to keep from screaming!

Sometimes Being Creative Is Not Enough

I titled this blog Only Creativity Can Save Me. Actually creativity is probably just an escape for me. It doesn't improve my outlook on things and never changes anything. When I am creating something I feel like I am escaping or avoiding if you will the things I cannot handle. I truly wish I was the type of person who could live life and grow with it instead of fighting against it all of the time. I just feel out of sorts continuously so I stay busy because what else is there to do. So many bad things happen to people who live life more fully then me and it hardly seems fair. I seem to just be taking up space and air that would be better used by better people and yet here I am. So to quiet my mind I make things, not great things and not useful things, just things. I bleed out a little of who I am one creation at a time hoping to make sense of myself. A self who I do not recognize any longer. This sense of, existence by happen chance, is overwhelming. Those of you who feel purpose in life give thanks. My existence in this world feels like my art, random creation sometimes good, sometimes bad, mostly just so so. That being said I will post some more creations for examination by a world I do not feel really part of.

Taking My Souvenirs and Creating

What Will This Wind Bring

The wind blows so hard today
Is it bringing summer back this way
The temperature so low for the month of June
Here's hoping they warm back up, and soon
The weather is something beyond control
It was so warm we thought we were on a roll
This year would bring great times in the sun
But something sent summer on the run
Well maybe just resting somewhere for a bit
Much more summer heat I'm sure we'll get
So okay wind blow for today
If it brings back summer hip hip hooray

Sometimes My Favorites Aren't the Best Ones

Sometimes I like my art pieces that don't appeal to most people.  They just seem to speak to me in some way or another.  Either the randomness of the subject matter or the color choices or just how weird they are.  I am not sure why they appeal to me but they do.  I like the unplanned pieces much better than when I try to actually paint something from an idea already formed. I like the paint to take over I guess. I feel they say this is me.