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Stuff ‘n’ Things   3 comments

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     Well, it’s been a short summer, but a longer time than I’ve had time to call my own.  What with a few short 2 day trips here and there, and projects around the house & yard, and….., well I never would have believed that grandkids could take up so much of my time!!!!!  Aside from the above, I’ve been fishing a bit…, and painting…., and doing a lot of readin’ and relaxin’, but not too much writing, as you’ve probably noted .  Other than being busy a lot, I’ve enjoyed it all. 

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A color pencil work…..

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….and a watercolor

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Well, the clock is pushin’ on toward midnight here and I should probably be

calling it a day before my eyes slam completely shut so………

OK, OK….. goodnight everybody !!!

~ Hummingbird ~   2 comments

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A portrait of a Hummingbird. I’ve always been fascinated by these aerobatic wonders who can travel at the speed of wings, stop, and hover in mid-air, fly in reverse, and turn on a dime.  As birds go, I think they’re sublime. This painting is for someone who especially likes Hummers.  You know who you are !

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Posted December 22, 2015 by PapaBear in Painting, Prose, Uncategorized

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~ Better ~   Leave a comment

1st effort

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Her only response was, ‘Hmmph !!!!  Ive seen you do worse !”

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It was a sideways compliment, and a challenge, thrown by the youthful image of a mischievous imp who often drove me to distraction with her constant, consistent demand that I could do better.  Quite often I despised her carping attitude, but at the same time loved her for her insistence that she knew that whatever I was doing, though it may be good…, but it wasn’t my best work. In her eyes I could always do better…., with more study, more effort…, I could do better.

From this impish, youthful image came the thoughts of the wily old fox that was my grandmother.  It was her habit always to compliment what I might have done, along with the phrase “You can do better”.  Even after all of the years that she has been gone, she still tantalizes me with her haunting spirit, pushing me ever farther, faster, better.  I would be much less without this spirit constantly reminding me and pushing me forward.  Forward, to do better.

Now look what’s happened…  The muse is jealous !!!

 She’s been gone for nearly a month now…, absent…, totally gone.  She’s done it before, just never this long.  I must confess, I’m getting a little concerned.  She’s left before, surely, but for only a few days, maybe a week, but never this long.  Lost?  I doubt it.  This feels intentional, like punishment.  Yeah, I’ve been really busy lately with family, projects, and a few other things, and maybe I ignored her for a while, but this is gettin’ reeedicuuluus !!!  Besides, I’m still really busy.  If this is a game of who can outlast whom, I got news for this little imp….  Dammit !!!  What can I say?  I miss her ornery nagging spirit……….., maybe some flowers?  Whaddya think?

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Nah !!!  She hates roses !

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A New Muse   4 comments

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 1st effort

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The hour was late.  I was tired, but she pleaded with me and finally seduced me into an effort.  I pulled the brushes and tablet from the cabinet, loaded a pallet with paint, and began.  I hadn’t touched a brush for over 4 years, except to paint the walls in the house, and was dubious of the outcome.  After an hour or two I sat back….

Her only response was, “‘Hmmph !!!!  Ive seen you do worse !”

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Well, so it begins.  Warmer weather will get here (sometime !!!) and I’ll be able to get some decent light on the sun porch…., maybe even be inspired to do something worthwhile !

Ok everybody, stop dawdling !!!

Get out there and have a great day !

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Posted March 18, 2015 by PapaBear in Experiences, Painting, Personal, Prose

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An Experiment in Perceptions   9 comments

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Comment about the picture if you’d like, but what I’m most interested in hearing is, after looking closely at the image, what do you see in this picture?

Will share my perceptions and more about the painting after I hear yours…..

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Thanks,

Paul

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Posted March 2, 2015 by PapaBear in Painting

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A Fish Story   2 comments

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A Remarkable Fish

By Ashley S.

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This is my friend and fellow artist, Ashley, on her 16th birthday. Isn’t she beautiful?  She is one of the reasons I go to Florida every year on vacation.  This year, since it was her 16th birthday, it was a command that I attend, and I’d have it no other way.  Ash is a very special girl.  I have known her since she born and, through the most difficult and trying times, have watched her grow and couldn’t be more proud of her if she were my own daughter.  Her story follows…

 Ashley was born with a severe case of quadriplegic cerebral palsy and was not expected to live more than a few months.  She defied the odds, contradicting the predictions of all of her physicians and is now 16 years old.  From the beginning she has undergone myriad medical treatments, taken enough medications to sink the Titanic, and endured constant physical therapy from the time she was able to move her arms and legs.  Gradually, even with therapy, her physical condition has deteriorated and she can no longer stand, walk, bathe, or feed herself.  She still maintains very limited motor skills and, with some assistance, can paint.  She has a special computer that, with special software, she can communicate, play some games, take educational courses to help with her education.  She attends a public high school and, other than being bound to her wheelchair, is a normal girl…., strike the normal part.  She is a very bright young woman who is held prisoner inside of a body that will not function for her.  She reads and writes (with the help of the computer) and communicates on social networks with her friends. One of the saddest parts of this is that she can no longer speak.  The CP has taken that away from her now.  The miracle of it all is that she remains upbeat, smiling, and happy, (most of the time)….  She has her moments, but then, don’t we all.

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We’re getting ready to paint.

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The Red Headed Bird and the Purple Bull

The two paintings shown above are the result of approximately 3 hours of concerted effort for Ash.  Being with her and helping her with the thing she most loves was worth the trip !  She loves to paint, but (at this point) always needs help, and help isn’t always available.  Karen, Ashley’s mother, called after I left and she said that Ash had become very quiet and sad.  Later that night I got an email from Ash simply stating, “I love you.  Come back soon.”  Brought tears to my eyes.  As I said at the beginning…, she’s a very special girl….., but then I may be slightly prejudiced.

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Good Night Everybody !!!

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~~ Good Night   Leave a comment

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In a crystal clear sky
On a cold starry night
A thin crescent moon
 Gives naught of its light
‘Tis time for the promise
Of dreams to keep
To rest our weary heads
And, at last, to sleep.

Night on the Lake

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GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY !

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Posted March 19, 2014 by PapaBear in Experiences, Painting, Personal, Poetry

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