ONLY GOD COULD HAVE MADE THEM

CES ART

Ever since my yout' I have experienced affinity with grass, weeds, stuff growing from, and in earth. As a child, I went through a period of not walking on grass, for fear of 'hurting” those glistening green blades!

My recent fondness for and love of trees, and other 'objets de la nature', is due in part to faithfully following the life and work (through her blogs) of C.P. Adorio, my most-preferred (without reservations) artist-Peep.

Pigma ink on 9"x12" Bristol Board

C.P. Adorio's "Miladysa's Glen", long my most favorite, stimulates my awareness, consciousness, of peace, serenity, nature, God's gifts.

Drawing, right, was inspired by photo, left.

Interesting rationale

is HERE

GOD ART

You've seen one redwood, you've seen 'em all, right?

How many times, really, can we wander through a patch of redwoods and be silenced by the sheer beauty of these 2,500-year-old things? How many times does staring at a tree that was around when the Romans ruled the world make our lives seem irrelevant? How many times can we be flat-out amazed by the sheer tenacity of redwoods to survive for 25 centuries?

Every time, actually, if we have a soul.

Seen one redwood, seen 'em all, right?

I must get a life. Hug a tree. Get a crick in my neck. Be humbled. (No need for my arms to reach all the way around the tree--grin!)

For a VERY informative short video about how these giants are measure, and the importance of that, please click on TREES

PEACE!

Redwood photo from Google Images

A FINE ARTS DIMENSION

THE WALL

Nearly three years ago I began writing blogs. My sole interest then was alcoholism and alcoholic recovery. I started enjoying art and poetry. Today May 25 is my birthday (Gemini) and it occurs to me how I have been so blest, so gifted with prints of art works from six different bloggers over a two-year span.


Last night I decided to hang these pieces on the wall in front of my computer. I sit here now, just happily awestruck each time I look up from the computer. 

This blog is my gallery of friends ON that wall, and the Peeps who squiggled, drew, penciled and painted. I am thrilled, and joyfully post this blog:

First time I really examined a painting was the Lady in Red by CALLI and Calli-Girl sent it to me famed, ready to hang.

Then I met blogger "CAT"
Vibert in Ashville, NC and liked her FARM IN SNOW

  
The next four gifts are drawn by a fellow-Gemini, CES ADORIO...each one I received for a special reason, but have forgot the 'reasons'. Just now I enjoy being surrounded by "Ces-Art"


The Flower drawing next to the two nuts (Ces) below is "MEDITATION" by my wife PRAYER-GIRL, another Gemini (May 29)

Another by CES ADORIO...I really love these three ladies. Pathos, pain, heart-hurts--of a missing friend? THANK YOU, Ces. TSUP!

On the left:
These are gifts from--I want to call her LADY BELLA BELLA--like "Lady GAGA"!!!! However, grateful I am to have two of her illos! TSUP!

If only you could see this in person, the colors are exquisite. It is the header for her blog and LINDA is her name. She promised me this because I admired it so.


And now I can admire each morning and meditate on this beautiful FARM SCENE by LINDA

Inadequate is my ability to express the gratitude and love I have for these Peeps and their dedication to making this world a better place through their art. The wall looks like THIS:

As Manon Doyle writes: "Fill your heart with art!"

CANVAS OF DIMENSIONS

UPDATE: BUT WHO CARES--GRIN!

DIET NEWS:  Two weeks into my fast. No food. 

5-(chocolate!) Medifast Powdered drinks and 

lots of water each day. Scales read 250, down 

20 pounds. Next 10 pounds go slow. Feel just 

G R E A T...this, my weekly update. 

 

Our sky this day, one color--

A beautiful blue, cloudless

No white, no grey, almost

Like a broad canvas, on which

An artist 'sees' something more

Than a blue mantle of infinity

 

The Creator of artistry and talent:

God Who will soon brush in a few

Fluffy, puffy rolling foggers in white and  gray

And throw some darker blue at the canvas

I was randomly shooting tree-parts

(Because I LOVE trees, 

like brothers and sisters in Nature.)

And this thought appeared:  God has 

ALREADY placed some colorful designs

of what Only He can make,

These stand tall in our yard

and I just had to 'show' to you:

Oh! How I marvel at the imperfect perfection

Of Palms, which bend with every windy direction!

A couple more 'tall' girls and boys:

In thirty minutes of my pleasure

God allowed me to display here 

Some of His handiwork in 

Design, Arts and Craft and more.

What you cannot see, 

besides the ground--

Is the enthusiastic Gulf breeze.

Since no clouds to push around

It gently caressed the face of...ME!

Steve E

IMPERFECT LOVE--A POEM

WHERE GOES MY HEART THERE GO I

Couple years ago I 'met' in the blogs, Artist Extraordinaire MANON DOYLE and have then and ever since LOVED her work, and her soul!  Manon sketches her very own heart carefully into every piece. Please, for your enjoyment and a "lifting up", visit her blog
Blessings have descended upon me from this chance meeting, and through Manon I've been led to some of the finest artists in the world, some of whom I'm trusted to call 'friends'. Imagine--me, the farmer-boy-violinist (no longer a BOY--grin!)

My Poem For This Week

 A DIMENSION OF IMPERFECT LOVE

Samantha is her name
She stopped, stayed--
Made her claim.

My name is Samuel
Nearly the same,
As I'm the guy who am
In "Sam and Sam"...

We met, fell in love
Lived a while in La La land
Played naked in the sand.

She began to speak of
The fallacy of our love
"Fantasies are not from above.
They're like an unhurried shove
Toward confusion, illusion
Delusion..."

So please
Enact no rule
For the school
Of life.

Always shall be memories
Which become histories.
They are our mysteries:
The past will last
Because it becomes
Our present--
Our future.

--Steve E

FINE ARTS...ALWAYS ABOVE THE THIRD DIMENSION

"Genuine poetry can communicate

before it is understood." - T.S. Eliot 

 CARNEGIE HALL, NYC

Long have I felt inadequate, reading wonderful rhyme-phrases
(--or is it phrase-rhymes?) penned by Bloggers I SO admire!
Even to the point of frustration, and once I took an oath to never
Try this type of writing myself--even though I LOVE it.

It is the same with fine art works, especially (Ugh!) "Modern Art".
I become like the guy who loved music but could not play a fiddle.
Opera lover who could not sing.
Or the intellectually dead "...but I don't 'underSTAND' it!"
 
Who the fuck fully 'understands' ANYTHING?

However, in the realm of classical music I am fulfilled.
One day, fifty years ago, I played solo in Carnegie Hall.
A rehearsal was called for 10 AM
I got there at 8 AM

 CARNEGIE HALL, 881 SEVENTH AVENUE, NYC

I stood on that stage, played duets with Heifetz, trios with Kreisler
And Rachmaninoff, quartets with others of the greatest and most
Well-deserved fame.

I played (actually) the first movement of Beethoven Violin Concerto.
With full orchestra accompaniment (in my head--grin!)

Yet I was alone--not another soul--in that beautiful auditorium in Carnegie Hall.
 
SOLO!

(This, in winter 1961)

It has been a wonderful life. Maybe tomorrow I will 

expand it, By attempting once more to write a rhyme.
PEACE!

Sketch of outside Carnegie by artist:
Enrico Miguel Thomas

THE DIMENSION OF LINDA...ARTIST

Sometimes we remember how we met people, sometimes it remains a mystery. I cannot say how Linda and I met--blogging, of course!  I believe that when two or more meet--no matter the venue--and are still friends-in-contact months and years after, that the chances are good that for whatever reason, God had a part in it. I have learned oh! in so many instances, never second-guess God!

Linda and I have been blog-friends since late in '08 or at least by 2009. Attracting me was her blog header, a painting of a farm scene. From the first, I admired that painting--over months I noticed it changing, the colors, the farm animals, the barns, the yard, the fencing, the  pastures. It reminds me of the farm where I spent my youth.

One day Linda wrote to say she would give me a print of that header which I so loved.  She sent me this beautiful Farm Scene, and I'm blogging Linda today:

(Picture taken at night, no flash, low light. 

I may replace it with daylight photo...

I do not like my flash pics.)

THE FARM

This picture just arrived last night at 9 PM, and it will not be hung in my (new) gallery until I move, in a couple weeks. So I just laid it out on my bed to show you "THE FARM". Enjoy Linda's work HERE. Please visit her. She is bedridden much of the time, and in pain.

PEACE!

WINNER OF CES' ART (4th DIMENSIONAL)

THE YOUNG LINDOL  --Ces P Adorio

An artist friend, Ces, is as bored reading, as I am writing, about how wonderfullll etc., she is in life as wife, mother, artist, employed woman, artist, writer, painter, squiggler, and artist. Her work speaks for itself.

Periodically CES gives a drawing or painting to one of her readers through a "pick from a hat". Guess who won Sunday March 20, 2011...yep, me.

Ces wrote on her blog:

Steve E won the giveaway of The Young Lindol, a signed and matted giclee print on acid-free and archival materials. The mat measures 11"x14" with an 8"x10" window.

DEDICATED TO THE SUFFERING IN OUR WORLD
AND TO CES ADORIO

As the moon is so much full and high
That is when all the witches fly
And sometimes they cry

Yes...they try
To always deny
Their true feelings,

Though hidden
From  the rest of us
In beauty 
Of art, humor
And poetic expressions.
 
It is that most desired
And desirable
Passionate Compassion
Which a true witch experiences
Toward world's suffering Peeps
While moon's tide also weeps...
--Steve E

IN REAL LIFE

 

Blogger Peeps, my life is being lived in a roundabout--I keep running around and about. So this blog is my turning place, I am in the right lane. No longer will I try to fake it in the world of poetry (well, unless 'inspiration' overcometh--grin!).

Never again should I fancy being the drawing/painting artist I aspired to at age 6-16. (Must admit that this very day I was one last time eyeballing art supplies, first through a picture window, then inside store up-close-and-personal.) How do you say, "No MONEY"! --grin!

Arriving in Blogland 31 months ago, I stayed on the main roads writing about topics which I knew, Alcoholism, Alcoholics Anonymous, and my own happy-destiny walk 'to stay sober'. I do realize that posts which limn my experiences (ummmm, at least how I remember them) as a drunk and later as doing a new and sober life, might not appeal to many followers. Also I'm hoping myself to 'follow' a few of the Peeps from whom I drifted some months ago.

Simply stated, I'm moving my blog toward its initial raison d'etre, stories about life with--and without--alcohol!
At age five I decided to become an alcoholic when I grew up, NOT TRUE--grin! However, it did happen, full-blown, full-blast! Nearly 25 years of seeking oblivion, finally finding it (I think...who would know? --grin!). And from that evolution into a chaotic existence, I reached a turning point.

Because I had tracked in a log book, I know the day of my last drink. How I wish I had logged (no 'blogs' yet) that day when I first did not even think of a drink! But it happened, and a miserable excuse for a life has become, through trial, error, constant change, and a way of life in Alcoholics Anonymous...hmmm, well, ummm, the happy life of a sober, old blogger.

In my own fashion, I am considering the most 

unbelievably HUGE complete and necessary 

psychic change 

which occurs when a hopeless wet drunk 

becomes dry, clean and sober

--as a fourth dimension event. 

It comes about from a power 

certainly not unknown... 

but unseen.

This post I consider an introduction to my newest effort at being useful to myself--maybe others--in blog land. 

Next post I'll have a story for y'all. OKAY? PEACE!

Image from Deviant Art:

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