Eating blue



Thanks for watching through squinted eye’ve been negligent not prolific seems summer is a busy time and art suffers is life changes for the better and there needs be made a room a space for things as new things and other things and and and here it is and hoping the routine returns cause this fulfilling and peaceful like a cloud floating in a night sky blotching stars and the moon shines fresh like the morning dew sun reflecting off the grass of every blade painting with a drop of rainbow and maybe if you look hard a pot of gold maybe and maybe you won’t be blue or sad or lonely and you will eat the blue the color will come back and you will be an expression of person standing all alone on a room full of full engages persons with a pen or a brush or a song

No music tonight.


A few more miles


Pencil, pilot pen

It’s been cursing me from my bedside
The last couple of days
I know I should do more
And yet…
I think about an open road
The freedom to run away
The travel to a distant shore
The grass smells with morning dew
The low mist just lifting
Gravel loose beneath my boot
The shadows reach the day is waining.
A few more miles are missing
Travel long to rest and song
Time yet in sleep and shifting

Music: sympathy for the devil (if you have to ask…)

Guitars in the living room



The sharpie is getting a little tired. Which means the blacks aren’t as black and the tip isn’t as sharp(ie) so basically it has a whole different charm.

I was going to use a pilot pen as well but then decided I didn’t want the fine lines, so I left it alone. The shading and the texture of the paper worked well to capture the feel, the light, the dark.

Hate the way the strat’ turned out… But the P bass looks awesome.



I mean if you can’t criticize and pat yourself on the back in one sentence what is the point of a blog?

Music: Silence

So… Listen with me, I can hear;
My ears ringing
The wind in the trees
The cars on the street
The compressor of the refrigerator
A moving chair
A child’s cough
A running tap
A subtle crack
The building sleeping
The water in the heater
The drizzle on the window
My need to sleep



Pilot pen, colored marker, water color

Tonight started badly… With nothing and then with three water colors I really, really don’t like. Lets put it this way, I had to pick them up off the floor to photograph them, not a good sign. But this blog is about progression, about learning and about art, and if I can’t show the bad with the good then I am kind of hiding behind it, we always show our good side and not our bad side.

Maybe I’m giving too much away.

But tonight there were words bouncing around in my head and when I started writing they fell from my pen. I love that, it’s an awfully romantic way to write and I often feel it’s my best work. It still needs editing, all writing does, but the body and the spirit of the verse is there.

I like this little piece, it has a nice flow. Not to sure about the presentation but this is an drawing/art blog so I kind of felt obliged to ‘art’ it up.

Right…. Not a great night for the visual arts for me.

But I am happy with the written word

Such is life

Music: Tchaikovsky, Violin Concerto I’m D op 35
We should all listen to more orchestral music, it really is wonderful.