Saturday, 3/8/14

Model sessions as a group,
energy, stamina, good health.
For Artist as well as the model.
Hours spent putting paint down
Music, talk, good energy.
So many levels, thick paint, thin paint.
Music, talk, good energy.

Girls

HBO Girls.
20 something girls looking,
For a reason to exist,
Jobs, guys, sex, happiness.
How do they find it?
How did we find it,
Define ourselves,
Thinking back 40 years.

Stupid and naive.
No idea....not an idea.
Had to reinvent self,
Find true self.
What interested?
Who who.
Lived with others,

Worked, played,
Returned to the bowels
of roots time and again,
Looking for.
One true self.
Had extreme roots/
Long and involved.
 Denied much,
Clung tightly.
Present me,
Past me,
Just me.
An Artist, gardener,
community involved
senior.
No one really knows......Me,
Only me,

November 1, 2013.
Wind howling, twisting around, through and over the tall pine trees.
Tall old firs twist, shake, sway with the changes of the wind.
I stepped outside, the cold icy air filled my lungs, touched my face,
 making me glad to be alive. It felt wholesome and pure.
The wind wound its way around me and chilled my skin through a thin blue tee shirt.
I was swept away with the damp chilly night air and the lonesome howl somewhere north.
The cats usually rubbing and winding, raised alert little heads to the sound.
We are all alone, alone, on this cold chilly thrilling night, with the sky overhead and trees reaching up and up.
We look together, listening to the howl, to the lone howl to the north.
The alert little feral cats rub once against my leg longing for a handout on a freezing October night.
Look out cats I say. Don't be a handout to the lone howl to the north.

New Sketchbook.....1/28/14

New sketchbook.
Med-ring fasteners.
Heavy outside cover,
Binding/bending,
Not hurting pages.
Drawing, filling,
Artists, subjects.
Writing, bullshit.
New sketchbook,
1/2 off coupon.

Kinky Boots

January 8, 2014

Kinky boots, all sizes, all genders.
What would we do without them.
Made to take abuse,
They standup straight, or, not.
Kinky boots come in all colors,
Red, brown, yellow, tan, black.
High heels, low heels, flat.

The Blind Date

1/07/14 Tuesday
A day spent painting what one loves is never a bad thing.

THE BLIND DATE

A girl had a blind date once.
Junior prom, private school.
The date, a friend's brother.
He dressed, she dressed, formal and all.
Three couples, sister, date, and 2 others.

A dance, maybe two, a few words.
Neither impressed.
Food served, He, headache first, left.
She escaped to the dorm, hid her humiliation.
Shower, and bed. He walked a mile to his guest house.

Two prior blind dates for school dances.
The boys had been sweet,
Regular, fun guys from the town,
Who were not from rich homes.
Prom boy spoiled, troubled.

She blamed herself.
A short story kept secret for many years.
She understands more now.
She has daughters of her own.
The ups and downs never change.

A brand new year.

Friday, January 3, 2014.

This is a brand new year....
A new fresh clean page....
A pristine start.
To write, to write about
A fresh new attitude,
For a brand new year........