I made this for Mother’s Day for my little boy. pic.twitter.com/0aV2EXlWTL
— tiny elephant (@tinyelephant333) May 2, 2018
Tag Archives: painters
(On the third anniversary of this photograph, now fully recovered.)
Do you like art and the creative process? Does the “eccentric” life of the “typical” artist intrigue you? Scare you? Amuse you? Inspire you? Read on…
I would like to cordially invite you to join my ARTISTS’ group on Facebook:
It is a private, invitation-only group, but if you request membership, an admin will approve you as long as you’re not a bot.
Not only do I post my own work and artistic musings, as well as upcoming shows and #contemporary #art news, but I have SO MANY uber-talented friends worldwide, whose work I love to share with the public every day.
You could be one of them! All art is the soul, ergo beautiful.
So far the group has almost 4k (!!! — so grateful) members, so if you would like to either be a voyeur or an exhibitionist, please be my guest.
To me, my readers and followers are all VIPs.
Try it out and see if you like it…you can always leave! Ain’t no Hotel California, lol…
Feel free to also follow me on #Twittter: @jjgrape.
(I heretofore take no responsibility for any profanities or insanities contained therein. Twitter is fun! No rules. Just what we painters like best.) 😀
It’s my happy place — besides the library, the easel, or in front of my iMac. 🙂
Above are a few samplings of my paintings, but this group is dedicated to sharing the work of my many artist friends from all around the globe: a virtual #gallery of sorts! What fun.
(But it is strictly bring your own wine and cheese… 😦 Sincere apologies. Hehe.)
To be able to feel others’ feelings
as your own
in this odd world , quite frankly,
is no party.
A demise born into, most certainly not chosen.
i am a human pin cushion,
far too-easily bruised.
But, I am so sorry, sir:
Yes, we have no bananas. We have no bananas…
Talking to no one today,
i take refuge in my stacks of books and
jars of paintbrushes
tubes of paint are loyal friends.
i will go running after dark
to a chorus of peepers
under the moon,
i will paint my life a different color
if i want to,
because i need to.
like hot pebbles on August asphalt,
stuck in skinned knees
or a tiny shard of
a broken wine glass,
barefoot and inebriated
— so in love you don’t notice
until bloody footprints
dance around your flat
in all their crimson splendor.
This pain can be ignored or deflected,
i choose to use it
Do not play with fire
unless you enjoy
a gentle admonition delivered
with piercing eyes.
Do as thou wilt,
is the whole of The Law–
but harm none.