Ok. I love Abstract art…mostly as an artist. My personal taste in art to hang in my home is Faeries, pagan symbolism, and cutesy stuff. For creating tho…Abstract rocks. When I was starting to allow myself to play with digital creation…I was struggling. I found myself saying too often “but it doesn’t look like…” and it was not helping my self-esteem and my creative nature. It Bloody hurt. I started lessening the standard I was holding my art to. I started creating beautiful swirls and pieces that I could see several things in. The fun thing about abstracts is that everyone sees something different in them. I have since learned a few things and do abstracts because they are fun, but it is not the only art I can create. Sometimes just changing your perspective can help you to create.
Last week I gave you excuses and the slow dripping of art and poetry for the week. This week I scheduled at the same time…mostly because I don’t believe I am going to have the wherewithal to do better this week. I will try to do better in April. I do want to point out that the poetry I shared was from stuff I have yet to put on pretty graphics. I did want you to see new stuff, but the energy levels I have been keeping as the stress levels have been this high have been abysmal. I have been writing…and I will have some new graphics in April to share. (Those were in previous volumes and ones I had decided not to share originally.) This week I will be sharing some of the book covers I have designed that are still waiting for someone to want them. I will also share more art and poetry. Next week will, for good or ill, see this stress done. I will go back to my normal routine. Thank you again for your patience with me.
I normally schedule my blog posts on Sunday for the week…and when I don’t I end up with the posts for the week not going up. I don’t intend it, it just happens that way. Well, the next two weeks are wrought with Stress due to an upcoming court situation. (My boyfriend has been trying to get his disability, and I am worried for him. It is not my court day but that often does not excuse the stress we feel when someone we care about is facing a major event.) So I cannot promise how well I will be doing until after the 30th. I am going to schedule this week today…or try to. I am having trouble with a stress headache today. So I thank you for your patience if I am less posty for the next two weeks. It is been much of the reason why March has been spotty. I have been writing and doing the work for Fae Corps to get the books out…but my poor blog has been too much to deal with sometimes. That is something I am trying to work on. I may end up just posting poetry and art this week instead of trying to keep my daily themes going.
Ok I have a question. What is art? Each person sees art differently. This was photo manipulation. I think of it as art…But I know others will not. When you are looking at creating you need to answer that question for yourself. What do you consider art? It will make creation flow easier if you have the answer.
Lyrics – That’s just what they told me You could be a patriot Don’t you love your country? Don’t you wanna die for it? How could they enlist me? I was only seventeen It’s better to be thankful Than challenge their authority This is how the world is This is how they suck you in Manipulate the broken To suffer every consequence They gave me a machine gun But I don’t wanna hurt no one There’s nothing here to fight for This is someone else’s war That’s just what they told me Son, you could be a patriot Defender of your country Protector of the innocent We’ll beat ’em with a clenched fist By order of your government They said we were the good guys But what if we’re the terrorists? This is how the world is This is how they suck you in Manipulate the broken To suffer every consequence They gave me a machine gun But I don’t wanna hurt no one There’s nothing here to fight for This is someone else’s war This is how the world ends This is how they suck you in Manipulate the broken To suffer every consequence I’m only a statistic And no one even gives a shit The treatment for my shell shock Yeah, they won’t even pay for it I fired that machine gun I never meant to hurt no one And as my friends and foes bleed We satisfy a rich man’s greed Maybe I don’t know a damn thing I’ve never been through anything This is all I can be A voice for someone else’s grief He fired that machine gun She never meant to hurt no one ‘Cause once you leave a headstone You never really make it home
My 2 Cents- This song feels appropriate due to world events. There will always be war, a fact that breaks my pacifistic heart. The soldiers are not to blame for the war, they are just another victim. And I want to cry at the helplessness the whole thing brings. So I will scream that I want peace…I will cry for the lost. And I will hope that the politicians someday hear us.,
I got a new sketchbook today. I asked my girl what I should draw to break it in. She said to draw shorts. Her reason? Shorts are a type of pants…and pants are the way of the future and that it would be a good start to a sketchbook.,…
My lover’s got humor She’s the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody’s disapproval I should’ve worshiped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She’s the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday’s getting more bleak A fresh poison each week “We were born sick”, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom” The only Heaven I’ll be sent to Is when I’m alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well A-, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I’m a pagan of the good times My lover’s the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That’s a fine-looking high horse What you got in the stable? We’ve a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
My 2 Cents- this song speaks to me on so many levels. Sex can be both shameful and uplifting depending on the situation. It has been both for me on more than one occasion. I feel like that is what this song is talking about…that moment when sex is everything.
Lyrics I’m sitting on the floor of my home Burning everything that I own Guess I ruined something good again My life is just a fucked up freak show It’s the only thing that I know And I hope it never ever ends Everybody tells me I need fixing I think that they don’t know what they’re missing, trust me That’s just life, kicks you down whenever you try It laughs when you cry And keeps on moving ’til you die It’s okay, it’s alright It’s just another day in paradise I spiral in self-deprecation, pity party celebration Never seeing things for what they are And sadness tеases my temptation, coming off my medication Evеrything you need to be a star Everybody tells me I need fixing I think that they don’t know what they’re missing, trust me That’s just life, kicks you down whenever you try It laughs when you cry And keeps on moving ’til you die It’s okay, it’s alright It’s just another day in paradise It’s just another day, I know that it won’t change It’s just another day, it’s just another day It’s just another day, you’ll find another way It’s just another day, it’s just another day That’s just life, kicks you down the harder you fight It laughs ’til you cry And keeps on moving ’til you die It’s okay, it’s alright It’s just another day in paradise That’s just life, kicks you down whenever you try It laughs when you cry And keeps on moving ’til you die It’s okay, it’s alright It’s just another day in paradise
My 2 Cents- this song is the second song I have heard with the same title. While I enjoy Phil Collins song, this song seems like it fits me better. I have felt like this on more than one occasion.
Landscapes are fun to do. The trick with landscapes is setting a natural horizon. This is the part where the sky and the land separate. Too many try to make it an even line. Horizons are not straight in nature. There should be a curve. Even slightly
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