11am Ready to paint the bright blue painting I started on 5/2 while working on "Bliss." I'm starting to use gel medium so my paints dry glossy. It's looking cool. Bliss is having a handful of good people who you feel better after talking to them. A word that popped out at me while reading Zechariah was ...

The silver wrapping paper is drying. Not sure what I will use on top. Black something, pen, marker. I'm not sure. At 8:20 pm LA time, I wrote an email to Jeanie. "Are you there, if you are, call me, it's 11:20 pm your time." I started with the micaceous iron oxide and blended it ...

Playing with charcoal on the blue wrapping paper. Not sure where this is going but I am happy doing what I love to do. I am blessed to be able to work on my art, refine my blog, and my book. I found three great writing books yesterday and the first one I'm reading is ...

I was painting my feelings, not knowing today was Holocaust Remembrance Day. These marks are unknown, they just appeared. They may mean something but I don't know how to find out their meaning.

You see, I want to have that happiness that bubbles from within, a flow of good feelings. I have been trying for years to feel good most of the time. I want to stay out of those negative grooves. I want to embed it inside, open up the well and let my energy flow. What ...

What a day! So close to working from home today. An agency in Irvine tried setting me up to work off of one of their computers but the technology wasn't working. The next day I thought of trying my old modem, the one I use to video chat with Chloe. It would be great to ...

When I was lying in bed this morning, I saw this image in my mind. At first I called it a tuning bar, but when I looked up the image online, it was a tuning fork: a small steel instrument with two prongs, which when struck sounds a certain fixed tone in perfect pitch; used ...

Dire = calling for quick action, urgent. Learning to break away from what blocks me. My painting is quieting my thoughts to help me hear the intuitive whispers.

Bog: a wet,spongy ground, characterized by decaying moss that forms peat: partly decayed, moisture absorbing plant matter used as plant covering or fuel. My thoughts are bogging me down. When they absorb into my painting and begin to decay, they are turned into fuel.

I've spent a lot of time exploring the grounds at Greystone Mansion. There is something about it I find soothing.