Monthly Archive: September 2017

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The Art Of Life: My Acrylic Choices

After being nurtured in the womb, upon re-entry into this life, my freedom to choose begins, the long path of years lays before me. I am an empty canvas, white and pure as cumulous clouds. What strokes I take are as pre-determined as my choice of mothers. I crawl to canvas and hesitate, I seize a wide brush, and splash cerulean blue for serenity […]

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Painting: The Work’s The Thing

The real struggle begins when I put brushes down until that moment when I can force myself to pick them up again. Paradoxical I guess that the thing that gives me the most fulfillment can be the most difficult to begin[…]