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Actually, they weren't. They kept a few porcelain knickknacks here and there. My brother sent over some hand painted plates when he was in Germany. The items I liked the most were some Asian scrimshaw carvings. Those items are coming with us to the condo.

When my Mother visited Italy, she purchased a small inexpensive image of 'Mary and Jesus' for one of the gift shops on the tour. I was explaining Easter (the religious version and not the bunny and hard-boiled eggs version) to my wife and I have a small 'last supper' carving on the arch leading into the kitchen in Miami. Chances are, it will remain there.

Anyway, I think 'Mary' is coming with us this weekend.



There's a really good chance my Dad's favorite will remain in Miami.



Sorry Dad...

Never blogged here before but thought I would give it a try.
Or to be honest, I'm bored and have nothing else to do.

The future will happen tomorrow, no matter what you do today,
So live and enjoy the moment, your choice to make it what you may,
Like a Lotus flower, that starts life deep in the murky swampy pond,
For life it strives to the surface, reaching for the sky and then beyond.

When finally it reaches sunlight, it spreads its leaves around its bud,
Then blossoms to a thing of beauty, different from its origins of mud,
Delicate soft petals abound, colours unimaginable for eyes to behold,
Its beauty is wondrous, pleasure to all whether they are young or old.

Like the Lotus flower blooming, your beauty enchants me from so far,
It is what is within that is important, if your heart is burning like a star,
You see what you want to see, so you must look deep into the heart,
And if you see what I can see, then our lives will be together never apart.

Have fun.

You take one mechanical pencil, one piece of paper, 10 milligrams of thc, and a couple hours?

Sometimes I just draw. Many times it starts with an eye...and just happens.


When I come out of my trance, I get something like this.

Sometimes being here is fun, but sometimes it isn't.

Sometimes it's:

And so we shall ch Change style yet again. Have you noticed the X plosion
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Has taken custody of an Indictment.
You would be wise to ponder the syntax.
...even in your thoughts, NEVER curse the King
Nor in your bedroom curse the rich..
For a bird of the air will carry your voice
Or some winged creature..
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Some of you may have been aware that the great American Poet Mary Oliver died today, aged 83.

I loved this poem when I was 15 and I love it still:

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.


RIP.

Life is like a ride of beast .
If you have courage you will ride it ,
B U T
I F
N O T
Beast will eat you.

Moments after a painting by Bansky was bid on at a Sotheby auction for over $1,300.,000 yesterday,
a shredder concealed within the painting by the artist was activated and it shredded the painting right in front of everyone.

Believe it or not, some predict that prank will actually cause the value of the painting to rise.

I guess the event changes the meaning of the statement, "wow, that painter really shreds".

Awake at 3 am last night, I put some magnesium oil on to help me relax and get back to sleep, and started journalling to get the busy out of my brain onto paper. I'll bet if I read that today, it'll look like a lot of disjointed thoughts, written haphazardly.

But, as I was writing, I had the epiphany that I was good at encouraging a friend to write and illustrate a book to utilize her talents, but I wasn't so good at applying that to myself. Oh, I can give a million reasons why I haven't, but if I'm honest with myself, every single one of those 'reasons' are mere excuses. I haven't made it a priority, simple as that.

After journalling, I've realized I've needed this year to really settle in to my new home, as I've moved every year for the past four years, and my life has been in turmoil due to these unforeseen circumstances. Now that I'm settled and really enjoying my little dream home and the lovely community I'm in, it's time to get organized, focussed, and motivated.

One of my 'dreams' is to paint my way through France, Italy and Spain, and take about 3 months to do so. I have a plan on how I'm going to achieve that, and now it's time for me to start putting that plan into action. It's also time for me to get back into my art studio. I moved into this house as it has 3 bedrooms and I could make one an art room and another the office, having them separate.

Well, that was a good plan, but I haven't painted for 3 years now, partly due to the stress and turbulence in my life. But that's over now and has been for a good six months. Partly it's due to my immersion in photography which has taken up my time and energy. Again though, that's an excuse. I've wasted time in the evenings online and on the phone instead of in my studio, truth be told.

Now that the creative bug has bit me again, I know I'll be spending time in my art studio again, using all those wonderful colours that are waving at me to squeeze their little tubular bodies.