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 […]
Category: Personal Journey
The description next to the painting read in part… On Sunday morning in January of 1975, Father Stewart did not come to conduct services at his Melbourne Beach, Florida church. He had a serious brain-stem stroke and doctors could give little encouragement for his recovery. Prayer vigils were set up near...
When Rod first discovered he had ALS, he noticed a weakness in his right arm, his painting arm, naturally. He was quite brave and didn’t let the weakness slow him down. He painted some monumental acrylic canvases. One showed him as a self-portrait nude with a machine gun in his hand […]
We change constantly—physically—and so we are different at every moment in our lives. Our brains are, literally, changed from moment to moment. Who or what we were as children is different from who we are in adulthood. We all recognize that we think differently now than we did at some point in the past and, so, change of some sort has taken place […]
This type of art requires contemplation. It would be easy for the sculpture’s disparate pieces to cry for individual attention, but, instead, this “thing” seems to live, and as a creature with feeling; one with depth and soul […]
Is the “suffering artist” just a myth or is it necessary to suffer in order to be creative? Must the artist suffer emotionally or psychologically? […]
I actually thought I would “be discovered” as a great artist. I had dates set in my mind based on my age. By the time I turned fifty I stopped thinking I would be famous. The question is why was that important? I think it was and is about validation […]