… and the continuation of as an artist. Speaking in another thread, sparked a concept in mind that resonates in a way I've never truly understood before. From birth to death is a collection of life experiences unique to each individual. That's what art is as an artist. An entire collection created over a lifetime, based not only on sight, or feel, or want, or need, but also based on personal experiences as unique as the artists themselves. That in and of itself, spurs an even greater desire to improve my own work. In the end, after I'm gone never to return, that will remain a legacy of sorts, and as a witness to who I am, or rather was as an individual. It's an important aspect of life, and an important aspect of an artist who creates for life.
Although I haven't been utilizing my artistic abilities as much as I'd like lately, I plan on resuming my life's work soon. Ill draw a little, paint a little, build a little, maybe forge and temper a little, and hopefully I'll be able to secure what is created somewhere safe I guess in the end, after I'm done, my collection will be large enough to be collected or desired by someone who ... Understands how life is art and art life and how the collection itself a testimony to who we are as artists. Otherwise, I think my life will have been wasted and all I've ever achieved left unknown and forgotten, without legacy or cause or purpose.
I showed you the unicorn already and I have no others to show. I haven't chosen an image yet and have no supplies to even get started with, but ... When/if I get back to it, I'll be sure to post my work. I'd prefer you not show the unicorn though. Also, I'll probably only post one even if I paint, draw, sketch many. BTW, I still like the one you painted of the woman on the bench best. I like Elvis and Marilyn as much as anyone else, but the one speaks to me moreso than the others.
The Jabberwocky woes As jabberwockeys go I'd say it could grow But some jabberwockeys Have the jabberwockey woes The jabberwockey woes Are full of ohh no's But that's the nature Of the jabberwockey woes When the jabberwockey woes Turn into oh no's It's not long after They get the jabberwockey woes Maybe a day will come When the jabberwockeys sun Much like the moon will shine And instead of the woes, and oh no's... As the jabberwockey goes Will be filled with the shine Of summertime and maybe then It'll all be fine
This is the unicorn, which is different from my horn which is why I chose to post the drawing. As a guy who has a horn too, only a different kind than the one above in the horses head. I do enjoy drawing and painting woman though. Call it a passion to avoid further confusion. K?
Very special happenings within this world of Jabberwocky woes and ohh no's ... Elenore and nothing more ..
You show me a Raven I'll show you a dove One on my right the other up above if I stated one were holy and stated the other one not I'd be lying through my teeth For I lean between the cold and hot and like a coin I've stated more than once or twice it's all the same - pleasure - pain find a balance is my advice So, and even though I try balance can be hard to find between the darkness and the light and in the ever living mind So ... Between two worlds we roam forever is our home from death to life over again and wherever we may roam Yes, wherever we may be Wherever we roam is home from the east to the west wherever we may roam © James P. Belt
Here's the thing. 2007 came and went, something was created and put in play. Stereo sounds and vini vidi vici crowns and a tatt that says more than it doesn't. Three or four ... Maybe more from ancient lore and forever more. Life's the same it doesn't change but it does just the same. Holy doves and Ravens, horses arrows and love, Micheal Cupid and the morning stars shining up above.
The elusive unicorn, the holy dove, as below so above, white gowns and crowns, and a Ravens touch, Angels demons, heaven and Earth coupled with her graceful touch. So when you feel her coming near just know this much, you may lose to gain or gain and lose I know at least this much.
