Category Archives: oil paint

pond, path, creek and golf course painting update

We’re having some nice weather this week. It might be cold tomorrow but I should probably let this dry a little before I go back into it.

I was glad when the clouds rolled in this afternoon because I had a solid blue sky and I wanted to make it more interesting. I’m not sure if I want to work on the clouds more or if I should leave them alone. I’ll probably work on the background trees again before I start blobbing in the trees on the path.

the horrors of modern medicine

pharmaceutical companies and doctors joining forces to turn people into addicts and shorten their lives.

The only kind of doctor I’ll go to is a dentist and even good dentists ruined my bite with ill placed crowns. If I catch corona, which I probably won’t because I’m a freakin hermit, but if I did I’d rather die than go on a ventilator.

As always, feel free to opine.

oil paint on pastel paper painted with a palette knife

the abyss

Did you ever look into the abyss and get the feeling it’s looking back at you? And it wants to pull you in so deep you’ll never get out? And you can’t look away?

Step away from the edge, my friend.

I was there too, for years.. Now I’m ok. I’m not opening that can of worms, I just want to say, if I can live through all that, you can too. Keep stepping away from the edge every day in some way. Get outside and do something. Exercise or art or gardening or anything you like. You might enjoy your old age even if most of your life was messed up. Have your fun. You have it coming and it will happen if you stay alive.

oil paint on pastel paper painted with a palette knife

tons of stardust falling to Earth every day

There’s nothing we can do about it.

We can’t see it because it’s very tiny particles but we’re inhaling it all the time, and swallowing it. It could have inactive viruses that come alive when they hit the environment. We might be exposed to viruses from light years away. Maybe we’re immune anyway because they’ve been falling on humanity for countless generations. But something else invisible could rain down from the stars that would change things so fast our heads will spin. It’s impossible to predict. How can we prepare? We can’t.

palette knife painting, oil paint on pastel paper