Pink Ballet Slippers Watercolor on paper ( sold)

Every young girl wants some pink ballet slippers or toe shoes. They are the epitome of femininity.

Now on with my article for today….Regardless of what you think of this man or his work, I think he is correct about committing to work (in my case painting) when there seems to be little reward.

Charles Bukowski, Selected Letters, Volume 4: 1987 – 1994, edited by Seamus Cooney; published in 2005 by Virgin Books, Ltd, ISBN 0 7535 0933 4
(The last of his published letters – he died in March 1994.)

About the need for solitude:
To me a closed door is one of the most beautiful things on earth. Their door or mine. . . . Every time the phone rings here, I feel invaded, a chill runs through me and it’s mixed with anger and I don’t anger often.
About continuing to work, when there seems to be little reward:
The long haul is the killer and few come out the other side of the wall. . . . By this, I don’t mean we should take our work as a serious or holy thing, but more as just the best thing to do, that there is to do. So why not do it?
About the value of the work:
Well, the war’s out there, the bomb’s out there, everything’s out there and there isn’t much we can do. One big flash can solve it. If not, the national debt can just about destroy the economy. Nowadays nations fall apart over night. I really have to almost laugh when I look back at those who called themselves the lost generation. All those poor idiots were moaning about were ants in the picnic basket. There’s time yet, but for what? Minor adjustments. The major ones have gone by us. I feel strangely like I did when I sat on that same barstool for 5 years cadging drinks. We can only make slight moves within the the fix. But never to quit within this darkness. We are still here. The slightest dent against impossibility is the miracle. That is why as these keys bite against this paper, I even feel good. Joy is not gone even in the face of reality. A good poem, like a good drink, is still worth something, like a cat walking across the floor toward you, both of you feeling and knowing the shining of yes.
About dabblers in the Arts:
I believe what we have to fear is the feeling of the general public toward poetry and/or art. They have no idea what it is but they have the thought that anybody can do it if they feel like it doing it. In fact many of them already label themselves as Artists. They may even have attended classes. They are piddlers in the field and most of the field are piddlers. These won’t lay down any blood to get their work done, they won’t gamble with madness, starvation in their need to get the work done. They don’t feel it that way. They want fame and name but they won’t give up their comforts and their securities.
About the necessity of work:
I’m glad writing came along for me and that I’ve had some late luck. But I would have kept going, no matter. It’s all stuck inside of me and has to keep coming out. . . . I don’t see how people can do anything at all without writing or painting or something of the like, some excessive splash against the darkness. It’s just too damned dumb to to sit and take it straight like most of them do.
About achieving financial success from the work:
The whole matter that has occurred is beyond miracle. Still, I don’t have to tell you it isn’t the money, never was. Because we wrote it for ourselves, for the joy and madness of it. Great then and all right then. And if there’s a fall back, a cut back, fine. We’ll accept that too. What we want to do is keep going as we have since the beginning until sickness, accident, senility, death or whatever the hell, stops us.
About maturity and creativity:
Age needn’t be a detriment: see Cervantes. Maybe it’s the luck of doing it for so long but I feel the words just grip at the page better. When I sit down I get a power glow and it just emanates. Yet, I am aware that everything can vanish overnight, I can become a common old fart weakly tickling at the word.
About working when nothing else is left:
Leukemia in remission, feeling better very day. The doc has warned me though, relapses do occur . . . Popped out some poems last night but I will save you from them, no real piss-biters in the batch. Sometimes I just like to write to stay loose. In fact, that’s the way I work it most of the time and when a good poem just happens to arrive along with the others, I think, hey, what the hell, look at this!

Spring Thaw


8 by 10 $100.00 Watercolor on 300 lb paper.

I wanted to paint something with a little bit of an asian feel today because I’ve been looking for plants to put around my pond. I picked out several Japanese maples, a blue spruce and a couple of other trees. I can’t remember their names right now but their evergreens and they are manicured like Bonsai.

Jewels “sold” watercolor on 300 lb paper

A few more finishing touches and this commissioned painting will be ready to send to it happy owner.  

This is a family of Koi… The two larger fish are the parents, the white is the female and the black is the male.  The little Koi are their offspring which are always protected by the parents.  

This piece is 22 by 22 on 300 lb artist grade Arches pure white paper.


If you would like me to paint a koi painting for you, just send me an Email,  and we can discuss it!

Final Light… a landscape by Shanti Marie

Watercolor on paper 22 by 15$ 300.00 I love the blue color that I used in this painting.  I wonder the woods looking for inspiration and most of the time I find little  tiny tiny corners of the under brush which  is a microcosm in itself and I just have to make it BIGGER.  These flowers were really just thimble size but they were magnificent!

Snow and Ice

5 by 7 watercolor on paper,   $45.00 I have never lived where there is snow and yet I love to paint snow… Hmmm  perhaps everyone  romanticises what they do not know.

One thing I do know… I got rained on today at least three times.  Walking the dogs thru the park at 7 am, picking out plants at the nursery at 11 am and again walking the dogs at 11 pm. 

Maybe the sun will come out tomorrow. 

Under the influence

11 by 15 Watercolor  and Carendach on WC paper $130.0

Busy busy busy… its been hectic this week and now they say a Hurricane is on its way, I had the rain gutters cleaned out and I can’t think of anything else to do to prepare.  We are really very much in land  from the coast and usually all we get is rain so I think everything will be OK.    Last week with the last hurricane we got five inches of rain in about 15 hours… but everything went well and our condo didn’t flood.  Cross your fingers for me.