A Girl and Her Horse
oil on canvas
18" x 24"
Friday, July 31, 2020
Thursday, July 30, 2020
Wednesday, July 29, 2020
Tuesday, July 28, 2020
Monday, July 27, 2020
Sunday, July 26, 2020
Saturday, July 25, 2020
Friday, July 24, 2020
Thursday, July 23, 2020
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
Tuesday, July 21, 2020
Monday, July 20, 2020
Sunday, July 19, 2020
Saturday, July 18, 2020
Thursday, July 16, 2020
If it doesn't get worse, it can only get better.
If the past few months have been an extreme need to urinate during a dull conversation with my boss, childhood hero, and middle school crush at an awkward dinner party in a stranger's home, the past week has been a sneezing fit mid-stream and subsequent f-bomb with no toilet paper in a bathroom within earshot of the dining room during a lull in the dull conversation caused by my abrupt departure. Next week will be the inevitable "Are you okay?" as I trip over the rug returning to my cold chicken piccata...I ordered the steak.
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
Monday, July 13, 2020
Sunday, July 12, 2020
Saturday, July 11, 2020
Friday, July 10, 2020
Wednesday, July 8, 2020
Sunday, July 5, 2020
Thursday, July 2, 2020
I watched a cloud blow away from me,
I knew it was far and fast.
But the cloud kept on growing and convinced me to be
Coming much closer and vast.
An illusion that swells with power and might,
A story of God and his way,
Lightning was dimmed by darkness of night
With promise of lightness of day.
How far will a cloud keep on blowing?
How long must a storm rage and writhe,
To appear again to be growing
On horizons between God and I?
How many more suns will rise in the sky?
How many more nights must I wait,
For a cloud to grow so mighty and high
For a man who’s lost all but his faith?
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