The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Happy Birthday to ME ♥

An email sent to me to day by © TUT ®
Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu,  Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu,  Happy Birrrrthday Dear Janette,  Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu!

A few years back… not so long ago, heaven and earth erupted into a major celebration with the news of your impending adventure into this very time and space. You see, someone like Janette Dengo doesn’t come along all that often… in fact, there’s never been a single one like you, nor is there ever ANY possibility that another will come again. You’re an Angel among us. Someone, whose eyes see what no others will EVER see, whose ears hear what no others will EVER hear, and whose perspective and feelings will NEVER, ever be duplicated. Without YOU, the Universe, and ALL THAT IS, would be sadly less than it is.

Quite simply:

You’re the kind of person
Who’s hard to forget,
A one-in-a-million
To the people you’ve met.
Your friends are as varied
As the places you go,
And they all want to tell you
In case you don’t know:
That you make a big difference
In the lives that you touch,
By taking so little
And giving so much!

Janette, you are so AWESOME! For your birthday, friends and angels from every corner of the Universe, including buddies you didn’t know you had, will be with you to wish you the HAPPIEST of Birthdays and an exciting new year in time and space. You won’t be alone!

Orlando, Florida, USA
PS - Janette, this is going to be YOUR year!!


In the brightest sun I caught glimpses of a creature
Distinguished was its fall as I observed a feature

Two holes in the back, was he shot up above?
Falling ever so gently like a dying white dove

Then noticing a human shape began forming
My chill became obvious as I stared adoring

Fallen angel it was which I could not help
And as it landed in the field I heard a yelp

Fragile as it was, standing up and it was gone
Only brilliance lingered from the intense sun

A rare gift I was given and a message to convey
To only those who believe I will persevere to say

The time will come when these worlds will collide
And those unseen are visible next to each, by our side

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Painting in Progress - My 1st realism piece

This was such a fun side project to do.  As an arits and a human, I love to learn and explore beyond the obvious. My mission with this simple task? I wanted to see what steps I actually take to create a painting and follow my own progress, and I have to say I found it quite interesting. 

The final piece is fantastic and I'm very happy the way it turned out.  Now if you notice, the one on the left was actually what I thought was final, until I noticed few errors with the eyes.  They were slightly off and incorrect in terms of proportion, sizing and angle, though to the average viewer probably not even noticeable.  However, to artists this is something that needs attention and correction, especially when the pieces are showcased and sold for a good buck. 

Note: The comparison of the bottom picture to the last in the group of 10 - compare the outside eye especially the glare, the size and even the inside eye especially the size and angle.  See it?   It was pointed out to me that the proportion to the angle was incorrect by my artist colleague and she was right.  I had to shrink the outside eye due to angle it should appear smaller within the eye socket & slightly enlarge the inside eye.  Do you see it?

If you notice the far right eye in the above right piece & compare it to the piece below... I had to alter the angle to make the eye more real in terms of proportion.  The outside eye should be smaller due to angle, as it is in the piece below and it appears larger in the pieces above.  An error many artists don't catch right away & neither did I, it was pointed out to me by another fellow artist/friend of mine. 

Thanks for stopping by and I hope you enjoyed your visit and learned something new today. 


Friday, January 16, 2009

Devils shoestrings

Lance in my door conveys a hidden word
Of existence beyond this desperate world

Pierced is the gash so deep in the wood
Beckoning to disobey wanting my good

Deal in blood he wanted written with fire
Offering gifts and riches of utmost desire

As I watched frozen on the ground staring
Devils shoestrings laced I recall wearing

Time lost evoked inside cleansing implore
Where learning to believe in me evermore

Illusions are secreted among the mankind
Searching and seeking things we never find

A choice won in the end to refuse to comply
Horror of his face and demonic tongues of lie

Eyes slithery and evil suited his thousand faces
As I untied the lavish shoes and burned its laces

Deployed terror departed a tattoo on my heart
Remembering moments from which I can never part

The privilege of disbelieving I no longer contain
Though mortal and integral does my soul remain

There lays another realm of which many do know
Yet only few had a glimpse of its powerful blow

And while I recall accounts of its blistering fires
I insist living on barefoot with needs and desires