PatchedJacket

As a Christmas gift to myself and (mostly) from my parents, I'm getting some of the "professional" art that I have bought over the years framed with museum quality glass. I think it's called "Masterpiece glass." No need for matting, I can do that one myself! Hah. But as an added bonus I'm also getting my ink and watercolored series framed-- along with my saxaphone drawing, because my mother likes that one. I realized that the frame I had chosen for Berkley Beetle works for just about all my other pieces that have the same style. So the man working at the frame shop said that many artists have a signature frame. I thought that was a niffy id

I once heard a man on River Street say that he didn’t have to blend blizzard blue and yellow to make green. Intrigued, I stepped forward. He suggested that one should never swirl blue and red to make purple. Knowing this man was a fool, I turned my back on him. Yet, he snatched away my paint brush and placed a pen in-between my fingers. He ripped away my palette and forced me to dip the pen into an ink bottle. He flung my arm backwards and with my own power I flung the pen forward. Splitter, splatter, went the noise of the ink hitting the paper. Stunned I stood just gazing at the dripping ink. Splitter, splatter it still went, as I, flun

I haven't updated in a while, but getting to the point! Daruma. My friend, Dan, had the lovely chance of being able to spend some time in Japan and he's been back a few days now, but just tonight he gave me the gift he got for me. It was a Daruma doll. I had never heard of such a thing before, but it's story is amazing. One that truly made me want to cry and be a better person. It's a tale of Japanese legend and all that jazz. What comes down to is this: The doll has two white spots for eyes (all hand painted). You think/make of a wish and color in/draw a pupil and when your wish comes true you color in/draw in the other eye-- making the