A friend recently told be about this artist, Brian Kershisnik, and I am absolutely in love. I adore his paintings. One of my favorites is the Adam and Eve one. It's such a unique view and so beautiful. Take time to look at each one's individuality and story. These paintings are just telling stories of life, I feel like I live in them. It is not very often that I feel that connected to and art piece. There is something so whimsical and magical about it. The stories and elegance and feeling portrayed is amazing. It's incredible how simple a painting can be yet can say so much just by the expression or gentleness. It is such talent to make something so beautiful, say so much. Please enjoy.

Mother and Child and Sparrows

Flight Practice Instruction

Two Ideas

The Rain

Gardening in the Rain

While Walking

Lovers Running

When to Stop

Hard Lessons

Sisters

She Weeps at The Beauty of Fruit

Curtain

Eating Peaches

Reading a Small Book

Madonna and Child

Mending

Adam and Eve

Hole 

Three Sleeping Musicians

Lovers 

Lovers Between Trees

Woman Between Trees

Musician Sleeps

Bittersweet summertime.

Today I woke up to a nose full of blood, almost about to stream down my cheek. I have no idea how I can jolt out of sleep to realize that my nose is bleeding and run to the bathroom so quickly. I cannot comprehend how I know how to do this so quickly so the blood doesn't fall all over my pillow. 

I quickly stuff toilet paper up my nose to fall asleep again.

Right now I shiver. Crickets chirp.

Quiet summer nights. Simple and sugary  sweet.

I wandered through the bookstore today. Touching books, fingers running over their spines. Waking them up. Flipping through them. Disturbing them from their long slumber. I picked a winner today. I cannot wait to read them. They await me and I eagerly will devour them. 

I've needed nourisment for my hungry mind.

I love myself so I'm going to the Self help section.

I found myself crying to Led Zeppelin music videos. 

Is it possible for music to touch lives in such an immaculate way? 

Perhaps little things in life just affect me so deeply. 

I feel awake. And tired. 

I need someone to share my ideas, thoughts, and sayings with.

I need someone to tell me their opinions.

Any takers?

I'll be here, in my coccoon of books, papers, and pens. Feasting on words untill you come.

Any takers at all?

I have forgotten how much I adore Jack White.

My dream bed.

My Little Obsessions

Gustave Courbet "Two Girls on the Banks of the Seine"

Eugene Delacroix "Liberty Leading the People"

Jacques-Louis David "Death of Marat"

Jean Honore Fragonard "The Swing"

Caravaggio "The Supper at Emmaus"

Parmigianino "Madonna dal Collo Longo"

Titian "Venus of Urbino"

Mary Cassatt "The Letter"

J.M.W. Turner "Snow Storm: Steam-Boat off a Harbour's Mouth"

Andrew Wyeth "Christina's World"

Redon Odilon "Roger and Angelica"

Pieter Paul Rubens

John Constable "The Glebe Farm"

Caspar David Friedrich "The Wreck of the Hope"

Jan van Eyck "The Virgin with the Canon van der Paele"

Jan van Eyck "Giovanni Arnolfini and His Bride"

Caravaggio "The Sacrifice of Isaac"

Pablo Picasso "Girl before a Mirror"

Franz Kline "New York, New York"

Vincent van Gogh "Fishing Boats at Sea"

Rembrandt van Rijin "The Artist in His Studio"

Gustave Courbet "Studio of a Painter: A Real Allegory Summarizing My Seven Years of Life as an Artist"

Pierre-Auguste Renoir

Willem de Kooning "Woman and Bicycle"

Frida Kahlo "The Little Deer"

Hello lovelies. I'm blogging again. After many months.

I hope this goes well, I want to write a lot more this summer, and of course, I'd love to hear all your thoughts and comments, whoever you are. 

Summer is here. I sat out on my lawn chair with my wet hair and the birds at the birdfeeder. It was so calm.

The birds would chase themselves around the feeder so elegantly. I could watch them all day. 

It is my last week of school. It went by so slowly today. My last Monday of High School. 

My mind is sluggish tonight as I pound out these words. I wish you all could read them as a personally written letter. 

Just pretend it is. 

Otto Bear is sighing. I feel the same. The day has gone so slowly, edging on like a anticipating drop of water. My eyes are tired. Tomorrow will be better. Promise. 

Hopes of better days right?

I'm going to grow up slowly. I'm going to take my time.