This One's For You, Ellie

getting the supplies soon to cross stitch this

My flightless bird

Huddled in a web of long, stringing thoughts about her

Have I found you, flightless bird?

I close my eyes so that your close

Restless I become when my house is quiet

Have I found you, flightless bird?

All other meaning is disregarded

The only meaning is her

So soft she is and untouched

The thought of approaching you ties my stomach in a knot

Maybe you will see this, so you must know my intentions are as pure as I have ever been

Now I've found you, my flightless bird

last sunset of the year.

This was the sunrise that we witnessed in Hawaii on New Years Eve. This means that we saw the last sunrise in the United States! It was so beautiful. It took us around 4 hours to climb to see it, waking up at 3 in the morning, and climbing 3,992 steps to reach the top. We hit many near death experances climbing throught the pitch black woods around the cop who patiently waits early in the morning for those who are going to attempt to embark on this journey. But with a handshake and a picture, he congratulated us for going so far up the mountain without using the steps before cutting over. It was an experience to remember.

poem i made up for a game

I have a sister named Liz.
She never liked fiz.
She likes to flirt with boys,
but never treats them as toys.
She has a heart of gold
which can never be sold.

Chandelier

moon

moon

Creative Writing with a Potter Protagonist that Deals with Technique.

There was a young artist that was finding his art.

He knew all technique, but couldn't focus on one part.

He started as a young'un with an interest in Architecture, but found his blueprints expensive and unwanted.

Next he did 2-d art but soon was quite sure that he should keep that side stunted.

He searched and he tried,

But until the paint dried

He couldn't tell if he'd succeeded or not. There was so much inspiration and many ideas,

But every image he thought, his hand had forgot. He knew there had to be a panacea,

Something that could express his physical thought

Instead of just singing, although that is "hawt."

This young man ran into a spark of creation, and was passionate enough to beg for its fuel.

He desired to use clay as his foundation, and to do so for an hour at school.

He started with PlayDough

(Now he has better clay though)

And what he discovered is, he isn't that great, but he can form what his thoughts are:

Love, shapes, food, and hate, flying machines and things bizarre.

He's learning technique, or at least trying, before

He goes past the kneading to get on much more.

So be patient with him, I swear that he's yearning

His work may be grim, but he really is learning.

Keep the clay soft, unless you are etching,

For a uniform "log," use the extruder,

To stick it together, use slipping and hashing,

Leaving in bubbles couldn't be ruder.

Slabs, slips, minerals, heat,

Gloss, patience, and lots of failures,

Sketches, ideas (some that are neat),

Who cares if it normally takes years

To learn this skill that I'm diving right into

If anything I'll bake it all and use glue...

Dragon

Sandals in the winter

Braids

fruit

Valentine's Day Cookies

This morning

Another one I've done

:p

fin.

done

spider

redo of the bees

Sam has a dark side

House

But Don't Cry (A Saturday Well Spent)

A blank canvass to........





This

but don't cry

exploring

Just appreciating this color

procrastination.

Nothings a scare,
Nothing with which I care.
Feeling good about all
Even though I'm about to fall.
What to do?
Do I continue?
What do I say?
I guess I'll think about it another day.

Red Door

Victoria

Flower

What I am working on right now. Not sure what else I'm going to put on the canvas.

watercolor

Motivation