velvet  roses...

 the gift of creating is one of the most rewarding feeling that anyone can have,,,,

a thought

I suppose most would think this would be a place for My art... you know trying to sell it, but I need a place to just let go and let my thoughts collect.....you can only paint the surface for so long in sweet pastels before the dark shades of life come shining through with all their brilliance and boldness...

. ..but I'm sure some one will get their panties in a bunch.. because artist are ..... just a wee bit temperamental... including myself...lol. Either i say thank u too many times... then that's butt kissin... if i don't say it enough then I'm not paying attention...trust Me I pay attention....even after 54 yrs of drawing and creating what ever i can think of.... their are sooooooooooooo many talented people out there... that have the knowledge and funds to sustain their passion... it's not cheap....I'm  in those rooms to learn to improve techniques... not to profit monetarily...I'll profit in so many other ways.... friendships....inspiration... and a reason to continue on day to day... with a new idea or....just the simple fact the some actually do enjoy  My colors... My outlook through the prism....I don't need anyone to teach me how to sell... I come from a line of salesmen...lol... And i write just like I speak... pure hillbilly from Illinois...is it proper... I get My point across.. in probably fewer words than your everyday educated citizen....Art should be fun.... not a popularity contest.... it should come from the heart in my world not the pocket book....and it shouldn't be censored by anyone, which it seems alot of other artists aren't censored at all... and that's ok too....if i truly drew what i see from day to day.... it would be ladies that just had their legs removed.... or someone whom just suffered a major stroke...or.... people sitting around pressure on their fistula.... so the bleeding will stop....but then.... I suppose no one see's the beauty in all of it do they..... but it exist there..... when a nurse spends a little extra effort to make your day seem a little less mundane.... or a tech shares a laugh with you while she's working... You spend more time with the dialysis unit people than you do ur own family.... you grow to know them to love them .. and yes You even get pissed off ... just like family...so when i spend a day hooked up to that machine...and i look around the room.... and see someone isn't there that day... or maybe that week...well .... then i have to come home and make a little beauty in my life with my imagination.... the magic of color.... and just a little time forgetting  that I'm that one lady that sit'sin that chair.... 3 times a week for 4 yr;s....... and just a very few of us started out together....   I do hope My friends enjoy the colors of My world....because.... being in the presence of such talented artist... is probably one of the most exciting things to me... just watching the dynamics.... the passions.... and the bullshit too... hey it's life!.

August 7, 2011