I found these while on a hunt for abstract water color paintings:

Modern Abstract Watercolor by Mac Jamison Key West

Melody by Helen Malcolm

Axiom of Evil by Jeff Jagunich

I like to sit in, though currently I don’t have time to commit to any classes. I do wish I could be working more with clay though.

I like to paint with my woman. She gets frustrated quickly but she has some great starts. I don’t often start well, but I love to develop a concept to fruition… or destruction.

Work is a bitch. It’s tough to re-invent a style and learn a new language. It’s like breaking a collar bone, selling a dirt-bike, and pumping iron after months of dis-use. Actually, Python is rather easy. It’s an old friend I somehow forgot to meet.

I’ve never broken any bones in my life before. I’m thankful for that. I’m thankful my life is rich with experience. Someday, I’ll be content as a starving artist, but for now I struggle with divided time and energy. I won’t be poor all my life.

Is it better for every fiber of your being to be pulled taught like a piano string, or to have your consciousness drown in a sea of concentration? I’ve experienced both in my life and can’t figure out which I prefer.

When at the height of my fitness level the bottoms of my feet develop steel cables and my bones become tender. I feel strong, virile at all times. I awake well refreshed, focused, driven. Power seems to surround me, pick me up, and move my body at my own whim; yet small muscles are prone to cramp like a vice in the span of months. I wonder if the trick to it is to study the effect of seasons on the human body.

If I had only one wish, I’d wish for three wishes. Peace in heart, mind and body. Love in spirit, truth and abundance… And infinite wishes.