The Dancer Series, inspired by my Master. He taught me to dance my sorry and pain out and thus find joy. I dance online using words...i rise to my tiny feet as the music starts to play. My hips sway to the beat...
This kind of dancing seems to please many.

an assortment of old stuff renewed.

An odd assortment. the top one is great earth mother and in a sense the bottom one is as well. I guess there's kind of a woman/nature/mother earth theme..

blod on blood

blood trees, blood flowers, bloody faces, blood clouds. i can't seem to get away from the bleeding.

sublimly abstract. no meaning to these just wonder fun to make

As anyone who knows me or my work can tell you , I have a very dark side to my soul. It's a side full of blood nd pain. I am trying to break free with the help of a Man I call Master. He does what he can to be there for me and hold me up at the worst of times. He is the one who stopped me from cutting. I hope he can brinng me into the light.

Gaia, Earth Mother, Mother Nature

Gaia, Earth Mother, Mother Nature.

Ever since the place where I volunteer asked me to do flower paintings, Mother Nature seems to have been burting forth. It seems I can't paint without having flowers. A turing point? One hopes so.

Tho the pic isn't clear the top one is a night time landscape. It was drawn/painted from the local area where i live. the net was down, i couldn't get online so i went outside...

The second is a case of having very little black paint so i experimented with vermillion contrasting with blue.

The third a continuation of the soltice theme...this one having both sun and moon.

Cut it Out..PAIN

Cutting, what a simple innocent word., I'm cutting my hair, i'm cutting vegetables for dinner, i' using a rasor aan cutting my pain away. PAIN!! that thing to which i'm held prisoner. PAIN!! often made up thru my depression but Always real Always felt...by me. Always cutting deep so i cut deeper. It's never enough.shattered dream shattered soul so much pain in one person. have to let the pain out only way is to cut it out ...this is a representation of my pain...cuts to my leg made by me to rid myself of pain...it doesn't work.

To tell you the truth I don't feel much like writing.

Looking into my Hell

The top picture is what's knw as an avatar pic on a site where I met the most important Man in my life. He has my total loyalty and devotion. Looking into my hell. I often feellike i'm in hell because my illnesscan be so hard to deal with. Sometimes I find myself looking into my Hell because I sspect I mean nothing/ I am just nothing and that IS my hell.