Love is a secret that must be kept
It is as if
It is something in the dark
It is silent, crouching, devouring, maniacal
wondrous, magnificent
And when it leaves you
Alone and wanting in its wake
You are truly alone

You have entered a portal
Where nothing will be the same
And as you await for your prince to come
Loves companions make their entrance
Possession, jealousy, anger, all the demons
Flood into the room
Therefore it is simple
Love is a secret that must be kept

I definitely had a breakthrough this weekend. I came across this old Stanley Kubrick poster of Lolita. Found it to be very intriguing. I think that it spawned a lot of new ideas for my next painting. Why? Just look at this girl, she's harboring all kinds of secrets. I'm taking all of my secrets to the grave, not telling anyone.

We talked about a really great poem today by Kay Ryan, author of "The Niagara River". The poem was small but managed quite a resounding theme. The speed of life can be daunting and the is always a negative side. But even in the worst of times hope is not indistinguishable. Hope is a choice that we have to make. It is not necessarily granted to us but still reachable. What I mean to say is that we have the opportunities to finally make amends with our own lives.

This is a pretty incredible painting, there is so much paint on this surface

Second post for today, just wanted to see if I could get an image uploaded. We will soon see. Aha! Funny, what a random image. So unrealistic for a primitive woman to have hair like this! But it looks good for the camera, that's all that matters.

Hello everyone this is my first blog, kind of nervous, really cannot come up with anything intellectually stimulating at the moment.