On Canvas

Reinventing your life is a bit like flying with Peter Pan. It is the luxury of dreamers. It is definition in context.

It is always a translation of what you want me to be.

If you build a hundred good boats you will be known as the good boat builder. If you build one bad one you will gain a reputation as a bad boat builder.

Ultimately I am as you see me. I am nothing more than what you describe. I am a memory, a thought, an irritation, a cause to laugh, a source of strength and a moment of love.

I am both a cook and a bottle washer. I can be two things and maybe more. Definition is a question of emphasis. I can be a noun and a verb. I can wake up as Peter Pan or whoever I want to be. I am an Artist and if I were to build a bad boat I would simply rename it, call it something else. I have failed at things in life only to discover that they were not windows. They were doors. This blog is an offer for you to walk with me.

My Website is HERE.

Saturday Morning

It rained so hard last night, the early Fall kind of rain that marks the end of summer, cleans the air and creates the first mud puddles marking Winter. Oregon is a wonderful State and we are lucky enough to have all four Seasons. The times are changing.
I haven't "done art" in over seven months. No welding, no painting. Cancer is mentally consuming and chemo-therapy is darnright painful. I am getting stronger every day but my hands feel full of cut glass. Everything I touch is like picking up razor blades. Art of some kind and the will to do it is boiling up inside me and I am learning to live with the pain. Yesterday I got my paints out and found a large canvas to work on. It is stretched on my welding table, gessoed now, about five colors of red and waiting for me to do something with it. Like "The Call of the Wild" it will tease me, waiting patiently, calling for me, and sometimes screaming, until I get to work on it. Nice to be wanted!