......turn not away from those whom the gods have granted great beauty, for they are but waifs within the starlight cast.....endlessly searching for the one heart they feel beating, hear calling.....in quest of the one heart that would know their own and yet may never be....even as they find it.

...It is not so much that we arrived here from there, which seems to be everyone's story, but the actual shape of our voyages. How they were pushed outward in every direction until the envelopes were exhausted.....and withdrawn again. Truncated versions, as the passing of irresistible music, in the cold rain, a song.......that tells the world to keep it's distance......

.......this now, is the ascent from the abyss. There is no time but that of convenience, time so that all things will not occur at once.....the darkness that does not fall....but comes up from the earth in an exhalation to envelop us; attempting to gather us closely. It is as an alluvial fan that the light of the emotions invade these presences....choking back the dark harbingers of what we know. Yet we are as reluctant to acknowledge the warmth of light's embrace as we are to admit to the apparency of our own needs....turn toward the light. Relinquish the fears of our own inadequate pride and believe that you may be redeemed. We will not mock this place to where we have arrived, nor will we diminish the creations we are about to forge. It is only to understand that we are here, together, now and forever....forsaking all which has gone before us, hand in hand may we venture the summit of all which we have deemed impossible.

......sensations are but contrasts....and , in the strong picture contrasts must be strong. All of us are granted the allotted portions of blacks and whites.....how we lay it out onto the canvas is only a question of temperament. Some would carefully mix the pigments and carefully paint their lives an even grey....another dashes in the light and shade with a palette knife...such are the wanderers n strange slimes....those who would find their souls thru the canvasses of another and again deliverance through a palette combined....they are the only beings whom would attain the colors and the crest of God....

....it is with all things that you have given me that I find within myself during the turnult of passing events....holding them as dearly as I have held you in my heart, as closely as I have held you within my embrace and as passionately as we both cling to our future dreams....the only wish I have ever truly desired was for someone to accept me, as I am, and to treasure that alone. With no other hidden meaning, nor process, nor ulterior motives....that one human alone, would, in return, receive all that I am.....forever.

....it is in the best sense, becoming another.....leaving no trace of what we consider ourselves....to do so without gesture, but only the cortex of gesture. Without movement, yet with only the soul of movement. To stare into the incalculable abyss and realize our consciousness....it is the best side of us, thought we struggle to be in everyone......in order to be ourselves.....

....and they did endure the onslaught and perils, although their fight was at times tumultuous. Yet what was won in the end was more than any prize they might have imagined....as when the debris had cleared, what was ultimately revealed beneath the wreckage was the truth that two hearts had indeed become one. Melded together throughout the torrid mania of the hard fought battles and would never be torn asunder....

.....These are the wonders of where and who we are as one....as tempests rage and swell, and the shadows of past lives enter and attempt the resurrection and bruising of the soul then the sheer will of where the scars have healed become many fold in the strength of one, even two hearts bound together against the onslaught or even their own infliction....is yet ever more the warrior and champion ....against any and all whom would come as the destroyer of such a legion of spirit.....
...and it shall not come to pass.....even as they strode some distances apart, they knew where each other was....at any given moment.....and while the sounds were absent, they knew to hear the others tears....and laughter....felt the pains and joys....and ever wished to know ONLY that there were no fears that they would ever know....alone.

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Was a week-end long celebration given by friends as far away as Texas and Oklahoma.....But I finally celebrated the Big 50....Thanks to everyone who celebrated with me!!! Love you All!!

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House of Art moved across the parking lot into Building "C" at the Shops of Grayton. We are next door to The Studio now...

Please stop in and see us when you are here at the Beach!!!

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