Summer Dreams - The Journey.

Summer Dreams

Amidst the chaos and the grime,

Of growing land.

And muddy slime.

Lies the thoughts of days to come.

With summer sun ,

Will come the glow.

Of blooms and plants.

Nurtured  in the gnarled hand,

Of gardeners palm.

His thoughts his hopes

of what will  be .

When he and nature  are as one

 in harmony.

The colours, hearts will lift.

And fill with dreams of love that is and yet to blossom,

In the warmth of days.

Oh summer dreams my heart you fill.

And make me long soar

On wings of song

As in your beauty

Deep I lie.

And wonder at the tales ,

of summer sky.

I think of places I have seen

And those I have yet to

And journeys made

And yet to be.

Oh Summer Dreams.

This blog is linked to my other. Life Is full of Hard Knocks

The Summer Knows

The Summer Knows

 I have had summer days of many years

And wandered midst the greens and reds.

I have seen birds soar in delight

As fledglings took flight

I have blown dandelion clocks

And watched the time float on summer breeze.

I have made daisy chains

With the  jewels of summer flowers.

I have watched butterflies flutter

And brighten the bright blue skies

And tasted the joy of fruiting trees

I have listened to the music of the bees

As they buzz on daily chore

I see them now with inner eye

And feel them in my heart.

The summer knows the joy it brings

And make my heart rejoice

And forward on the path I go

To find what summer my way will throw

The things I love and the lessons learned

As ever onward I daily go.

This blog is linked to my other  Oh To Be Perfect.

Winter is not the End

Winter Is Not The End.

This is my latest sale. There are some abstracts that from the minute you finish them you know they have expressed exactly what it was you were feeling at the time, this was one such one for me.

I painted this is a palette of colours that I am not in the habit of using and yet I saw this abstract long before I was able to put it on paper.

It had interest shown in it from the first day I hung it so I guess I am not surprised that it sold just the other day there.

It is now becoming a very humbling experience for me the number of sales of art I have been blessed with. I have a real desire to be able to say to friends that I am an artist. Let me just explain that. When asked what I do I now and then say to the person that I am an artist. The minute I say it I usually feel uncomfortable and go on to explain.

One day I will lose this feeling and will maybe accept that I have reached that place. Each sale like this one helps along that road.

I am kind of sorry to see this painting go and yet I have met and know the purchaser and I am sure his wife is going to be over the moon when he takes it home for her, he has told me she has wanted it from day one.

This painting is the kind of thing I am talking about and hinting at in my other blog.

The Spider

Two Paintings I Hope Are Now Sold.

There are times when you think you have made a sale and for one reason or another the sale does not happen. This was the case with this painting and the one on my other blog.

I was approached by a person who asked me if I could mark these two as sold and he would pay me very soon. I did as he asked. A few days later I took them down and replaced them with two others. I left the two for him to collect.

A month later they were still there so I thought he had changed his mind. I took them and hung them elsewhere. The other day there he saw me and asked, rather upset why I had not sold them to him. I explained what had happened.

So all is now sorted the paintings are at last sold and he and I are I hope both happy.





This blog is linked to my other.      The Old Man and The Artist

Gone But Still Around

Gone But Still Around

It had lived and died and here it lay

Washed up on the shore along the bay

Grotesque yet full of beauty.

Faces of horror

Shaped by time and sea.

A mother holds child

A lover her desire.

Somewhere the years had passed

And wanderers had shelters neath her bough.

But time it's toll had taken

As the bell of death had pealed.

Fallen and cast adrift

To stand as sentinel for me.

How oft we feel we have no more

To offer to the world

Yet still this tree it message sings

And lifts it's heart to me

The mother the lover snake and ram

Each I saw as they saw me.

No more I fret of years gone by

And on my journey go

With love to give and love receive

The tree my heart has filled.

There is beauty all around

And love in thee and me.

This blog is linked to my other.    Gone but still Around