it's probably me...

words....are so powerful....that with a single blow.....

can....melt, impress, move, inspire, empower.....amaze...and for almost a year, that I have been here....I have had some beautiful things said to me about my art....that leave me warm and gooey, and speechless...

some people have an excellent command of words....they know the impact they have...they use them wisely....crafting a message perfectly... like an artist would contemplate colors and texture...and evoke a mood....some people have such control of their words....that really....the communication coming from them....is a thing of art.

and recently...well, I've wanted to collect them all in one place...and I will do this, but recently...

a fellow artist friend, said this of my


art, 


"Your nudes are so great, loose, and yet precise, sensual yet innocent, all with such an economy of line, so expressive." 

and that....kinda...just blew me away.

this comment really struck me as....a beautiful description of my work...that I couldn't actually say myself.


so, thank you, James Kalin for that....it was beautifully said...and I'm so grateful....and I hope he doesn't mind...but

I may use this for formal things.... yes?  I hope that's ok...

because,

it is very possible...to be powerful, yet light as a feather....it is possible to be sensual yet innocent...to be so expressive....with such an economy of line....

loose, yet precise....   wow.

I think I mentioned this before....that I am haphazardly deliberate.... :)  I'm intuitive...and I kinda- just go with my first desire for movement...and not overthink.....

it's the balance of being carefree and careful?  I'm not sure....but one thing is for certain....

you would want me in your corner....I'm a terrific ally....in a dark alley.

which reminds me of this Sting song...that I love....and represents....a quiet strength and presence that we all need to know is there for us.....

and Sting....ahhh, the man...is just.....my go-to painting music....

if the night turned cold, and the stars looked down
and you hug yourself in the cold cold ground, 
you wake the morning, in a stranger's coat, 
no one would you see, 
you ask yourself, who'd watch for me...
my only friend, who could it be...

it's hard to say it....I hate to say it, but it's probably me...

when your belly's empty and the hunger's so real, 
and you're too proud to beg, and too dumb to steal, 
you search the city for your only friend, 
no one would you see, 
ask yourself, who'd watch for me....
a solitary voice to speak out and set me free....
I hate to say it, 
I hate to say it, but it's probably me....

you're not the easiest person, I ever got to know
and it's hard for us both to let our feelings show, 
some would say I should let you go your way, 
you'll only make me cry, 
but if there's one guy, just one guy, 
who'd lay down his life for you and die, 

I hate to say it...I hate to say it,  but it's probably me..

when the world's gone crazy and it makes no sense, 
there's only one voice that comes to your defense, 
and the jury's out and your eyes search the room, and one friendly face is all you need to see....

it's probably me....