Busy writing my essays, so the next few days I will be REBLOG-GING!!!
It’s about four A.M. and I just can’t manage to fall asleep. So I thought I would make myself a cup of tea before I rushed in the garage, to start working on my next painting.
Yes, moments like this, with nostalgia encroaching my soul,I find my refuge in my artwork. For as soon as I start painting, it feels as if I’m diving myself into a soothing enchanting bath.
Of course, my cup of chamomile tea often helps. However, as soon as grab a hold of my canvas and my brushes I can feel the atmosphere changing; electrifying by the spirit of creativity. This thought comes to mind “Anything is possible”.
“Oh dear friend, where have you been?” I’ll say.
“Are you talking to me you lazy brat – Do you know how long we’ve been trying to get your attention to finish this work you’ve started?”
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Yesterday it occurred to me that ninety percent of all my paintings were portraying either a pregnant woman or a mother holding a baby. Well, I did paint a father with her baby girl once. so I have to conclude that there must be something special about children in general that bring the best out of me. So I had to ask myself, “Whats wrong with that picture?
Yes, I love children. They are so genuine and so hilarious, they truly make me smile, even at my worst state. But now, I want to forget the joyful days of motherhood. My girls are grown, and I doubt if they spend a second of their time reminiscing on the old fun days. Now it’s time to focus on my retirement, so I can enjoy the few days I have left .
So, I said to myself, “Going forward, I don’t care if children are angels or demons, I’m changing gear. Yes, no more display of tender love between a mother and her innocent little baby. Or a father’s joy and pride, while showing off her little girl.
And Yes I meant it!!!
So, check out my latest painting entitled: “Blessing In Disguise”
And, this time, “I MEANT IT!!!
“Oh crap, I’m DEAD MEAT!!!
Picture from “Interesting and Amazing World”
I saw an angel today. He was pissing in my back yard. And, since I was in a mighty good mood, I just asked him;
“Hey! What your do-yin?”
“Non’ of your business!”
He pissed me off.
So I replied,
“Look ATOLLA JELLYFISH, don’t you dare get smart with me, OK!”
“And, you VAMPIRE SQUID, you better buzz off!!!”
I don’t know what was wrong with him?
“Perhaps a bad day?” I asked him.
He just stood there staring at me.
I found myself so angry at him that, I plucked off some of his feathers. But, I soon lived to regret it.
He grabbed my hands, and swung my body above his head, like a weightless dry leave.
Drowning’ down the lake behind him, I started screamin’
Then, he smoothly turned around and smiled. Effortlessly, he rescued me at the blink of an eye.
So I said,
“Now that I see you close, you sure are lookin’ good!”
“Of course! I just saved your butt, so now you’re flattering ME!”
“Oh please! You wingless giant; weren’t you just doin’ your JOB!!!”
He immediately turned himself into A FIRE BUSH, and scared the hell out of me.
Furthermore, he grabbed me by my legs this time as he was ready to use me like a tennis ball.
That’s when I yelled,
“Ahh-AHH! “Ok! I take it back!”
When he dropped me back, I bounced like a ping pong ball. Trust me.
Then he answered me in creole,
“Ou ti madichon, m’pral palé papa’w pou ou!”
“Hold on! ” I yelled. “You do speak English, don’t you?”
“And?” He replied with an attitude.
“You little curse child, Gon-na tell your Pap on you!”
So I chucked. I wasn’t scared of HIM!
And, while I nod my head, with my hands on my hips;
“Well, you sure ain’t the first, and certainly will not be the last!”
The feather giant got so angry, that after he glued my lips, He left me hanging on a tree.
So, I mmmmed,
“MmMmMm! MmMmMm! MmMmMm!”
He answered in creole,
“Ou ti madichon, map kité bouda’w pandyé!!!”
“You little curse child, I’m leaving your butt hanging!”
This time , he really meant it.
So, finally, when I realized I was doomed, I begin to stump on the tree branches, till I fell down directly on his head.
To my surprise, my lips were instantly unglued. So I immediately grabbed a hold of his neck, start choking the life out of him.
While I yelled,
“Bless me before you go! Bless me before you go! Just like you did to Jacob!”
When he tried to grab a hold of my hip, I rolled over his back and start plucking off his feathers.
Then I yelled again,
“Bless me like you did Jacob! Bless me before you go”
He was so annoyed, of course! But, did I care?
“Of course not!”
So before he flew away he finally answered me in creole again.
“Sou tè sa ou pral viv pasé santèn; nou pa bezwen ti madichon nan syèl la!!!”
“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” I yelled while leaping for joy.
Then, I stopped.
“Hold on! What did he saiy?
“On this earth, you live to be over a hundred years old. Because heaven is reluctant to welcome the curse ones!”
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An elderly teacher asked his students:
“If I say “I am beautiful” which verb tense is that?
One of the students answered back:
“Assuredly the “Past tense” Madame!!!”
This painting was inspired by a picture I saw not too long ago. I thought it was an amazing sight, therefore I felt inspired to paint something similar.. A mother’s prayer -What a precious gift! Yes, to all the Mothers out there, make it your daily habit to pray for your children. No matter how far they are, or how old they may be; they will always need your prayers.
We all get in a bad mood sometimes, don’t you agree? But why?
As for me, I’m thinking of a good answer to lie about, but I can’t seem to come up with one, so I guess I will have to be honest.
Dawn it! Sometimes I just don’t want to see anybody’s face.PERIOD. Yes, I simply don’t want to be bothered. That’s all! Of course, there are some days when the artistic side of me is dominating. And of course, I know my day will be spent either drawing, painting or writing. And the not even a fly better don’t come near me tehn. Or, I will smatch it into powder. Yes, any “Hi” or “How are you?” will annoy the hell out of me.
But some people just dont’ get it!
Shuut! “If I stay in my room, or I don’t take the time to call you, what…
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