Category: Art
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Still Irony of Ironies, as Usual
Especially in our seemingly neverending election cycles… Irony of Ironies sometimes it’s all too tiringfacts and opinionsbeliefs and conditioningpropaganda commercialsinternal dilemmacognitive dissonance sometimes it’s all toopedantic toosemantic toocerebral or tooemotional to appreciatethe irony of it all survival depends oncooperation of the wholebrains and heartsindividual and communityhumanity and our ecologyless humankind ends alone and forgottenin burned-out…
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Wading In Providence
Providence provision by nature or godsby a higher power thenout of our control in the enda mystery condition of universefaith in higher powerswading in the murky waters – of providence –LE – 9/23/24
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Saturday Morning – Late September
Late September Saturday Morning warm sun rays, screenedthrough arborvitae and citrusetch long shadows across the yardhumming to morning’s dance the morning doves, finches, and pigeonsalready emptied the feeders and moved ona chicken clucks and a dog barksdown the block a few bees gather pollen as alarge, satiny-black butterfly flits fromfrond to petaled frond of the…
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The Painters With Whiskey
This is a repost from February of ’23, but I used a different watercolor, and no, it’s not a whiskey painting… Whiskey Painters 4×5 inchmasterpiecespaintswere carriedin a smallAnacin tinfolding brushcompletedthe ensemble table in the barthe painter’sbrush dipped ina half-fullshot glassJamesonwon’t mindfor art’s sake vibrant colorsbrushed onhoneyed withaged IrishKentuckyor Tennesseelittle masterpiecesexchanged We’re allwelcome to tryWhiskey-coloredmasterpieceslandscapesportraitsabstractssounds prettydaunting…
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The Golden Years – Memior – Final Chapter?
Retirement – The ‘Golden Years’ (?) I’ve already discussed most of my experiences since retirement previously. So, what exactly are ‘the Golden Years’ anyway? I’d heard about them for most of my working career. Not sure what I expected, but if ‘Golden’ was supposed to imply perfection and unbridled happiness, then the reality leaves much…
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Homeward Bound
Homeward Bound three small, single-colored butterfliesyellow, orange, and white flitamong tired looking Brittlebush, Sageand Desert Mallow in the dry riverbedwaves and sloshes of the last flood watersrolling down to the Gila are bakedinto the mud, looking like fossilized water dry and dead grasses glimmer whitishin the September morning sununder a summer-blue skynot a cloud to…
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Providence At Kennedy Lake
Providence placid lake mirrors skyheron stands with fishermen –waiting providence –LE –8/17/24
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Clean Lenses
My glasses were so dirty the other morning that they were giving me a headache. As I was cleaning them, it occurred to me that they were a fitting metaphor for the current distortions and virtiol of our social and mass media. As I pondered this as a metaphor, the following resulted. Clean Lenses funny…
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Nothing There
This will be my last post for awhile. I’m taking a little break; and I don’t know how long it will be… Nothing There Looking around on any given daySurveying what human civilizationHas wrought, the consequence ofOur deepest philosophical thought A tear forms in my eyeSpills and slides down my cheekRaise my hand to wipe…
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Burnt Umber Rorschack
Another oldie, but goodie. I hope you agree…; -) Rorschach-Like Test In Burnt Umber Watercolor Paint powdered iron oxidemediums and bindersproduces quality shadesthe earthy brownsof Burnt Umber water makes it flowinteresting shapesand textures when dryon hot or cold pressrag paper and yupo meditating on thetextured shapesrevealed from dryingtime variances findunconscious designs –LE – 4/24/23
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