My Poems

Why do we start blogging?  I don't know very many people who blog but I feel like it has changed a lot from 10 years ago.
People used to blog because they had these deep thoughts that they wanted to share.
But blogs I see now-a-days are all about fashion or the 10 ten ways to live better.

I don't relate easily to words.
Maybe it's just my creative side talking but I enjoy colors and feels so much more.
Some days it isn't the words that matter but their tone and if they wind is blowing while the words are recited.

I'm a visual person, like most painters and drawers.

And these sketches are my poems.  Except they won't contain very many words.
Trust me, I'm doing you a favor.  My words often don't make much sense.

But I'd like to think my sketch book does.

Small canvas : coffee house series

I got these tiny canvases and loved that they were square and wanted to tell a story with them.

I've never been able to stay focused enough to do a series of paintings with a common theme.

Caution: The following phrase may contain hipster terminology and may not be suitable for anti-hipster audiences:  I love coffee houses.  The colors, the lighting, the smells, and especially how everyone around you acts like they are doing something really important and intellectual.  Just makes you feel like you are accomplishing shit, even if it really is just jack shit. 

two down, one to go.