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Wear gloves, they said...

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#redhanded #reddye #stainedskin #weargloves #valentinesday❤️ #regretful #baddecisions #illdoitagain #artwoes #painterslife #artoftheday

❄️ Still making things in the space between bu

❄️ Still making things in the space between busy-ness. I feel like a big painting might somehow end up happening this year despite the possibility that I'll have to pause time to do it.

🎶So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. 🎶 P I N K F L O Y D

Arterial Splendor, 2005.

22×30"
Watermedia on pap

Last year someone threw 3 kittens into the woods a

Last year someone threw 3 kittens into the woods at my house. Iris got her name because she had infected eyes and was a tiny little blip that liked to hide in a flower pot. Now she and her 2 travel companions own this place.

#catscatscats #rescuecatsrock

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
   There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
   There is society where none intrudes,
   By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
   I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
   From these our interviews, in which I steal
   From all I may be, or have been before,
   To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

   Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll!
   Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
   Man marks the earth with ruin--his control
   Stops with the shore;--upon the watery plain
   The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
   A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
   When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
   He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.

   His steps are not upon thy paths,--thy fields
   Are not a spoil for him,--thou dost arise
   And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
   For earth's destruction thou dost all despise,
   Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
   And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray
   And howling, to his gods, where haply lies
   His petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth: —there let him lay.

-George Gordon, Lord Byron

Nollaig Chridheil 🦌

Nollaig Chridheil 🦌

Meditation. This is the original watercolor and go

Meditation. This is the original watercolor and gouache on paper back when I took them all out of their frames for cleaning.

What's I'm working on at @hazelfernscents

What's I'm working on at @hazelfernscents

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty,

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.“
– Vincent Van Gogh
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Each galaxy mini candle is individually detailed with cosmic colors and sparkles. @hazelfernscents link in bio to shops

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Truth is the torch that gleams through the fog wit

Truth is the torch that gleams through the fog without dispelling it.

Claude Adrien Helvetius

#fog #foggymorning #brainfog #truthoflife #claudeadrienhelvetius #frenchphilosophy #octobermorning

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat." -Theodore Roosevelt, 1910.

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The painting is called Angst. This is just a section of it.

Gouache on 200 lb. paper.

It was a part of my BFA show way back when.

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