Renaissance Festival

Renaissance Festival Kansas City 2009

Renaissance

Pumpkin Patch

Dock at Blue Springs Lake Marina

And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking."

And he answered, saying:

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;

And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.

And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words many indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.

The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.

And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.

And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.

In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.

When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.

Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;

For his soul will keep the truth of your heart,

When the color is forgotten and the vessel is no more.

Lori's Baby Chicks 1 week old

My Final Painting for Hollys Dorm

"The Poet"
He is a solitary figure, robed in simplicity and
Kindness; He sits upon the lap of Nature to draw his
Inspiration, and stays up in the silence of the night,
Awaiting the descending of the spirit.

4th of July

I pray your heart will open up to mine

Most Beautiful Words I've Ever Heard

I sat there and forgot and forgot, until what remained was the river that went by and I who watched. On the river the heat mirages danced with each other and then they danced through each other and then they joined hands and danced around each other. Eventually the watcher joined the river, and there was only one of us. I believe it was the river.

Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.

Quoted from "A River Runs Through It"

Music Is The Language of The Soul

My dear friend Ponytail Steve.
A true, fine artist he is, with his Harmonica that speaks his soul
“Music speaks what words we cannot express"

For Glory ~a small show for you

I walked thru my house and just took random pictures of my art projects in all stages and all different mediums. We have a collection, of painting, sculpture, pottery , watercolor, acrylic, Raku, wood carving and burnings.I love it all. I love to make it then i am lost after that. I just make it...and it just sits around everywhere. But Glory I wanted you to see what different mediums i work in and give you a taste of my style. Enjoy. Not sure how long i'll leave these up.

For Glory

The clay used is an oil based clay that never dries out. I will hopefully finish this piece someday. The process is to make a "mother mold", pour a wax sculpture then off to the bronze foundry it goes. If only i had my own bronze foundry. That is my dream come true.

Just looking at my paint palette makes me feel better.
This is who i really am




These are fresh off the wheel today. My before pictures.
Such a creative fun day. I've been working so much, I forgot this is where i really belong...sitting at my wheel. It's where I feel my "Be Still & Know". Time to change things around. Make more pottery and show up for my job less. Whoever thought up the deal of wasting our lives working for green pieces of dirty paper anyway?
I have sOo many ideas for projects.

My other child graduated in May from college. Sitting outside the auditorium there was this great big guy just wandering around with this baby doll. Completely entertaining!

I took this photo in January, on my way home from visiting my daughter at college. So many things have happened since then and they are all good. Time continues to slip on by and that just plain scares me.

My Beautiful Son

I am blessed with the most amazing son in the world. I went to a Revival Meeting with him Friday night in the inner city. He is a leader for a youth group. I'm so glad i had my camera to capture this moment in time. He gave part of his testimony that night. In the deepest part of my heart and soul, I was moved to tears of joy and gratitude. I was watching God at work right in front of me.
I don't know how He did it. Gave up His one and only Son for us. He loves us that much.
My son gave me the best Mother's Day present i've had yet. He took me riding on his motorcycle for hours, we stopped at the lake and talked about life and God. Thank you God for this most amazing young man.

Spring

Meet Gus

The Cutest Puppy in the World

Buddy

hangin with his babies

My Best Friend

"...he will be our friend for always and always and always." ~ Rudyard Kipling