I made this for Mother’s Day for my little boy. pic.twitter.com/0aV2EXlWTL
— tiny elephant (@tinyelephant333) May 2, 2018
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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.)
She found a pristine paintbrush and painted her half of the portrait out, easily and without any thought. In its stead, she painted an azure cloudless sky. And three white rabbits, one sitting on his shoulder. His strange, absent gaze fell upon the creature now instead of upon her upturned nose.
In the sky, where clouds might have have been floating aimlessly by on any given day, she scrawled two simple words in violet cursive:
She caught a fleeting whiff of fresh cut lilacs, turned her back on the painting , and walked into the waning sunlight of an early summer evening, extinguishing a white candle on her way.
(HOMESICK HOMESICK HOMESICK)
she said sleepily, to the empty house that held her like a baby bird.
but the tide
was all-powerful nonetheless. She welcomed it, yearned for it,
She anticipated the arrival of the silently roaring tidal wave with quiet yet barely suppressed joy.
Inside the breaking curl of salt and sea was the quantum plane she sought.
Timelessness. No-time. Dreamtime.
Snapping out of her reverie, she placed the empty coffee cup in the sink and glanced at her watch.
Glinting in the sunshine, the tiny gold numbers
suddenly made no sense to her.
Losing her mind was not something that frightened her any longer these days.
She half-assumed it was already long gone anyway.
Things were different now, though.
She was Somebody’s Mother.
“It’s all good. It’s all good. It’s all good….”
Without further thought, she changed into her camos and a flowered tank top, washed her face, and went outside to work.
She bent over her drafting table, sketching a small black cat.
“Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and in the hour of our death…”
Maybe if she said this THAT MANY TIMES,
she and her son would be okay.
It worked in the big city at the convent, all alone.
If only she said it THAT MANY TIMES.
That many times that many times that many times.
Maybe it would work here too.
Note that they are playing for carrots!!