Friday, April 28, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Then I was struck down. I went into a coma for 18 hours. Then awake, I found myself and the world had changed. My left side was not working. My doctors asked me what I wanted to die from. They told me that I faced death.
They are dead now and I am healed. This was accomplished with my art and hobbies. Although blind in one eye and can’t see out the other, I will not concede todefeato! My body and mind are mostly healed. My faith in self and my maker ate strong. I still; like people and the world.
Why do I write this?
Don’t sacrifice your soul in a desperate haste to acquire destructive goals...Life is too short!
Read the previous bog on desperate haste
A Small part of Me!
I paid the Price
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Very nice picture, you should put it up on Ebay!
Posted by rob to Lloyd's Art Info at 4/26/2006 08:46:12 PM
My First oil painting
Excape Landscape - oil pastel
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Bridge to Nowhere ( oil Pastel )
Monday, April 24, 2006
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Is our world too fast paced for our own good? What would Thoreau think?
Friday, April 21, 2006
Good Morning!+ sketches and a poem
I hesatate to eat meat
When I think of them,
In field and forest deep
God made me to eat
For man eats their soul
To nake himself whole
Is that their role?
killing wild and tame
Is this our lifes game
this to bring fame
All of us are to eat and live
Waste not that he does give.
A Grwat Chicago Chicago Resturant and free parking too!
explained the menu.
The food was fresh, homemade and tasty.
Tell her the blogger from the net sent you!
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Sketch of my friend
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
After a bad Night
Here at night remain
This to taime
Only mine to row
No one to know
The dark crow
Carol (my grandaughter) and friend !
Monday, April 17, 2006
They are me!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
We want to share our Love witj you! A chair is open!
Saturday, April 15, 2006
An Easter Thought
The god of the Tree said,
“why not worship me.
For the cross is made of Tree!
You drive a nail and chop a trail.
On me you tell this very tale!
I give fruit to live.
What do you give!
Then do you my life take!
Burn the leaves and limps I make.
But then You do this to self!,
So said the Tree ,
“God Therefore must be a man!”
and not a tree, Like me!
FOR YHE BIRDS
Displays no sin
knowing the route
He fly’s all about
Is God the director
For this specter?
Friday, April 14, 2006
My Introductions to Birds
Maybe I will tell you about me thru a narrative I was born in Jersey city, prematurely. I was in an incubator for three months. This is how my eyes were damaged. So you see I feel like I was hatched.
I will tell you in short stories of my adventures on my life path........................................................
When I was in third grade well moved to Morganvilloe N.J.
My Dad at that time was struggling to make a two car garage into a home on very little money. He was working for the Pennsy Railroad as an agent in a little town called Morganville. The farmers in Lake wood received all their chicks via this route. My dad to make extra money used to take the rejected shipment of chicks and bring them home. He was supposed to despose of them. Well these chicks were a motley crew due to the travel wear and cool temperatures. A lot were usually dead but always some servived in our back yard. We lived far from our next neighbor and the chickens roamed. Well my responsibility was to care for them. I would water and feed them The feed coming from broken bags rejected in shipment.
Well that was OK and the number of chicken grew and grew. Than instead of a few chickens for dinner or eggs their were 3,999 chickens running all over laying eggs everywhere and getting into everything. I had to water and feed these brutes. They protected there eggs and themselves vcery well. They crapped everywhere,. Get the picture? Now this is just the beginning of the story
the background . We had moved to Morgantown the nearest town was ten miles, the neared store 2 miles. One of those stores that sold everything, even my Mothers chicken eggs. Money and credit was hard to come by, My dad owned an old buick from before the war. In the cold days he would build a small fire to warm the car under the oil block. I always wondered why it never cough fire . So here was my mom Alama trying to feed me and carol my sister. The only resources for food was eggs ,chickens, and the garden. Once in a while we had potroast for a Sunday meal. Also we had Hot bread and milk for breakfast with brown sugar, The Bread ASE made. The bread always smell good! But all the other meals were eggs and chicken, and eggs. Now back to the 3000 chickens roaming the back yard....
the Chicken wars
Now i was getting up early,befor school to water and feed thes brutish chickens. My dad kept bringing home more creatureas
There were red chicken,white ones and speckle types. Some had one foot. others had strange wings. All ran like hell in every direction when one was to be savrificed for our dinner. My dad taught me how to cut off my pets head, shovel the crap and steal their eggs.
One day another creature appeared , befor I knew what was happening about eight chickens lay dead. The weasul was very fast. I needed help Crying out my dad came runing with a pitch fork. we cornered the weasle in a barrel. My dad advance on the rat type creature. Then it happened ! the weasle jumped at my dads face. Acting by instict he spired the creature inches from his face, Another time a pack of dogs appeared it was a war zone chicken and dogs running everwhere. Then as quickly they had come trhey ran away. 35 of my pets lie dead. Word got around to the farmers in Morganville. A dog which tastes chicken blood turns kuller. So they had to be tracked down and disposed of. Than came a nasty bit of war, the chickens turned on them selves. I found out that chickens feed corn in hot weather turned canables. They started to pick each others behind until they drew blood and then the mess began. There is nothing harder then to keep a chicken from prcking behind of there fellows!! I funally found a remedey. with a small brus I would paint their behind with a tar mixture. They really jumped around after the painting!! this tar must have tasted bad for the chickens stoped this habit, But for me it was awakening of my painting talent..............
The two years of the chicken comes to an end. My dad came home one day and looked at the chickens. My mother Alma was her name had talked to him. There were now 3000 chickens running around our property. They were everywhere running this way and that. They would mob you when you came out of the house. The cars going by on the highway were complaining that hitting a chicken was dangerous not only to the chicken but downright messy. My day was being teased at his job as having an orphanage for chickens. So with this pressure they had to go. I beg him do not take my Biddy. Now what was he going to do all these chickens were old, fat and very big! Not tender they were egg layers. At this time they breed the chicken for eating or laying eggs. Not like now that the one chicken( the leghorn) is used for both. No reward foe being a Mother. Well at least a reprieve.................
----- The fun of the chicken Boy
The school i N Morganville was a long walk oat. The third grade class had seven chidden in it. Upon meeting my teacher I was empresses She was a midget of a wrinkled women. Atbfirst glance one might think of her as a witch. But I knew better because she carried a yard stick in her right hand. Her siter was the principal Both were called Miss CRIME!
I was to spend two years with this teacher. In those days each class had one reader book for class. I told her that I coined not see to read. Big mistake! She had me read with my noise in the book and reading it together. After two years I had memorized all eight books in the school. I remember Jan ,Dick and Spot That was the first book. It attracted this way Look at Dick, Look at Jane Look at Spot. See Dick run, see Jane run ,see spot run and so on to this day three still run in my dreams. Then I would walk home to my friends the chickens they needed to be fed. Maybe I ought Instead of Spot I old sailor at chick, see the chick, run Chic Run/...
Now it had been two years into the Chicken wars. My Mother was showing some wear. She seems a little ill. My Dad seemed to not task much with mom she seemed unhappy. For Two years, the move had been an avenger to her. Now something seemed wrong, One day I saw my dad put a bottle on the windowsill with the milk. My Grad mother had diced. In addition, her illness and death seemed to make my mom old.
Coming home one-day biddy did not greet me. I looked for her. I found her hanging in a tree limb her neck broken. I wonder to this day how that had happened.
Then I looked around, the chicken had vanished. My dad when I was in school had sold them to ROTC (A kosher soup company); they went all weenie to the Jewish soup factory. It was quite a lose for me.
The next day my dad brought home two piglets. Now this starts a new phase in my life. I call it the pig invasion.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Draw a bird cover 6 farm A
A bird must have a perch.
Each bird has its tree.
There he sits for free.
Look where he may be!
Each tree has a place.
All have a differet face.
The outlines we will trace.
Trees have many shape
Leaves are suns drap.
Birds let trees see!
Bird Drawing cover 4 This is more realistic. Also the details are accented
bird drawing cover 5 frame A
Take a Break!
explained the menu.
The food was fresh, homemade and tasty.
Tell her the blogger from the net sent you!
Near South Sude Chicago Resturant
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Bird drawing 4 frsme B two circles or ovals
The Chicken or the egg?
With birds its circles.
Aw! Go along with me any way.
Start by sawing two circles.
Then you add accents.
These accents are legs, feet, wings, eyes and tail.
Does one at a time, admire your drawings?
Fill a page full of birds.
Sit back and hear them sing,
Now you are crazy (about birds)!!!
Bird Shapes Cover Chapyer 4 slide A
Vista verses Linux
They still are trying to fix XP, When they get it right they woll change it to Vista( how about the name Vagas)! I have an older computer on which I will install Linux. I will post my adventore into open soutce programs.
Now back to the birds..................
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Ok! lets get back to Drawung
Sunday, April 09, 2006
LeT'S Draw BIRDS! Where are they but in a tree. Not sitting witj me. Singing a song.Where they belong!
Bird drawing cover 3 Abstract Acrylic
Saturday, April 08, 2006
a POEM FOR COVER oNE.
This is a poem about a painting or a painting about POEM. It is called,
“ The Flyers”
What do they scan?
All far above man?
The rivers that flow,
beginning and end go!
When you look to gaze,
height mskes us daze.
Like them to fly we wish,
then we could be a fish.
Irving the flyer
drawing bird 2 Cover
Observation of the bird is a must.
Many of us go thru life dismissing him or her. Some of us do not listen even to its many songs. These songs can calm and south our soul (Us!).
Birds like people come in many shapes and sizes.
They even have a personality.
They live in many different locations and environments.
The world of the bird can be informative, interesting and fun.
Birds are also part of our world. They are all around us!
In drawing and painting birds you are learning more about them and yourself.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Arrangement for viewing and printing
Sets and frames
A set is a completed Idea (like a chapter)
A frame is an explanation of that idea (pages)
Blogging viewing must be scrolled in sets
The lead set starts the collection of ideas (book)
How is his done on the Blog?
The Title page will be designated (cover)
A set will be shown by a number (chapter)
A frame will have Page Number and Frame lettrer
Scroll down for example………………..
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Set1A Daw a Bird and fly your troubles away
First let’s sketch a Bird!
when one can not see a bird. We know its there because of its song.
What other people see does not matter. The birds will be our critics
This is ART!
The two frames below show the shape of the bird. Also here I am trying to imitate a bird. Ouch! I can’t flap my wings long in this position.
Set1B Drawlng s bird- look at its shape or grab s bird(model)
Set 1C Drawing a Bird - Feel the shape- Our center of gravity and musels are different!
Vista to Replace XP
So why is it taking so long to come to market?
Monday, April 03, 2006
Big Brother is getting ready to SCREW You!!!!!!!!
Vista Capable PCs to hit shelvesPC buyers will start seeing "Windows Vista Capable" stickers on computers next month. The stickers indicate that the machines will be upgradeable to the new operating system, which is due out next January. However, the stickers won't indicate which version of Vista the machines will be able to run.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
about the sketch and I.
It emotionly involve me. it gives a perspective.