Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

hiking to the top my boots know the way and each subtle landmark is an old friend limbs no different than the arms of my loved ones the curves of the trail like the enticing lines of a woman's hips these paths I know so well and I grow excited recalling what lies in store, I'm here to visit with old...

rain eased into night
gray blanket wrung out in waves
still the open window

great response/reaction roy

wonderful...really enjoyed

humanity has certain built-in sensors to keep us safe....our animal instincts....and we need to trust them.....I don't like that obvious sense of being manipulated....be it nefarious or not.....I bristle when I feel someone to trying to dominate and steer my involvement......and when you are up in y...

thanx for the kind words Doreen
I'll be in touch

wondering wanderer notebook in the back pocket recording what is seen or at least my perception reviewing my life as the mind romps through the canyons and up the hills of time why why spend time looking back is this practice necessary or just a silly whim of old men perhaps the future seems uncerta...

sun comes up somewhere
and the moon follows along
despite our other plans

I'm home can't turn my head much so no driving the car for a few weeks but the blood is flowing to my my poor little brain again haha the wonders of modern medicine had great nurses oh, I do love nurses especially the one holding my hand went I went under just taking Tylenol now but had oxy, fentany...

I use these old raggedly shirts ( especially favorite ones ) for painting smocks

birds in the window
they relate to hospitals
like they do at home

any sill worth sitting
and port in windy rainy storm
and when the sun shines

a sill is a sill
regardless of ownership
birds do not discriminate

yeah, one of my friends calls this painting..... political surrealism.....

Thank you Roy !
I wish there was another way
but this is It......
thanx for the well wishes.....