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This is me. On Bob (GimmeThreeSteps) Doing polebending at the Harford fair. Bob is a wicked awesome sexy barrel horse who LOVES to run. I love to run too. 




                                                        



                                             

               The most important thing you have to remember is NEVER GIVE UP.
                                                ~Lena Clark
                                           

"There's no one right way to paint,
                    There's just a ton of different methods"
                         ~Heidi Clark  


                Every New Beginning Comes From Some Other Beginning's End



Mr. Freeman: "It is Venice at night, the color of an accountant's soul, a love rejected. I grew mold on an orange this color when I lived in Boston. It's the blood of imbeciles. Confusion. Tenure. The inside of a lock, the taste of iron. Despair. A city with the streetlights shot out. Smoker's lung. The hair of a small girl who grows up hopeless. The heart of a school board director..."   {From Speak: Laurie Halse Anderson} 

         "Don't be so hard on yourself.
  Art is about making mistakes and learning from them."
           {Mr. Freeman, Speak}    


       

                                                                                               



                                                There are moments in your life that make you,
                                             that set the course of who you’re going to be.
                                                    Sometimes they’re little, subtle moments.
                                                             Sometimes, they’re not.
                                                           *I’ll show you what I mean.*

                               

Mr Freeman: "Art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag." He sticks his finger down his throat. "The next time you work on your trees, don't think about trees. Think about love, or hate, or joy, or rage- whatever makes you feel something, makes your palms sweat or your toes curl. Focus on that feeling. When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You'd be surprised at how many adults are dead inside- walking through their days with no idea who they are, just waiting for a heart attack or cancer or a Mack truck to come along amd finish the job. It's the saddest thing I know."
                                  {Once again, Speak}   



                                                            
                                                   

  My hands were too soft… I had to find some special occupation, some kind of work
  that would not force me to turn away from the sky and the stars, that would allow
                me to discover the meaning of life
                                                       Marc Chagall  

                 ~+~There is something ridiculous and miserly in the myth we inherit from
                 abstract art.. that painting is autonomous, pure and for itself, and therefore
                 we habitually defined its ingredients and define its limits.
                        But painting is "impure". It is the adjustment of impurities which forces
                        painting's continuity. We are image makers and image ridden. ~+~
                                                                ~Philip Guston


                          I paint for myself. I don’t know how to do anything else, anyway.
                          Also I have to earn my living, and occupy myself.
                                              *Francis Bacon* 






             A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.
                                                *Paul Cezanne*      




                                                        
                                                 


                                                                      4AM 
                                                                            *Our Lady Peace* 
                                         I walked around my good intentions 
                                         and found that there were none 
                                        I blame my father for the wasted years 
                                         we hardly talked 
                                        I never thought I would forget this hate 
                                         then a phone call made me realize I'm wrong 

                                                      If I don't make it known that 
                                             I've loved you all along 
                                               Just like sunny days that 
                                               We ignore because 
                                           We're all dumb and jaded 
                                      And I hope to god I figure out what's wrong 

                                           I walked around my room not thinking 
                                            just sinking in this box 
                                      I blame myself for being too much 
                                           like somebody else 
                                       I never thought I would just bend this way 

                                                  If I don't make it known that 
                                                        I've loved you all along 
                                                      Just like sunny days that 
                                                        We ignore because 
                                                       We're all dumb and jaded 
                                               And I hope to god I figure out what's wrong 

                                     And I hope to god i figure out....



“Strong is fighting! It’s hard, and it’s painful, and it’s every day. It’s what we have to do. And we can do it together. But if you’re too much of a coward for that, then burn. If I can’t convince you that you belong in this world, then I don’t know what can. But do not expect me to watch.” 

                                          Whatever an artist’s personal feelings are, as 
                                          soon as an artist fills a certain area on the 
                                             canvas or circumscribes it, he becomes 
                                         historical. He acts from or upon other artists.
                                                                                        Willem de Kooning

            *Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.*
                                       ~ Henry Ward Beecher 





                    Would you please tell me which way I ought to go from here?
                   that depends a great deal on where you want to get to, said the cat. 
                          I don't much care where, said Alice.
                           then it doesn't matter which way to walk, said the cat.   


                                       




                                        They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't.  
                                I never painted dreams.I painted my reality." 
                                                         ~ Frida Kahlo 






 Truth and reality in art do not arise until you no longer understand what you are doing
     and are capable of but nevertheless sense a power that grows in proportion to your
                   resistance.
                                   *Henry Matisse*    


                                           

                                     Me: I am an artist. That sentence sums me up pretty much. I live for my art. I hope to get an MFA and go into Art therapy. I'm really interested in that. I love horse back riding, and I love Pogo, Joker, and Bob. they are the 3 greatest equines i have ever met. I don't know what i would do without them and my instructor, Big sister, Lena.  
I am a marching band geek and live in the band room. Actually, I live in the Clarinet Aquarium with my Clarinet fishes and we eat chocolate all day long. I'm clarinet section leader and assisstant Drum major. So there's me in a very small nutshell. 



                                                                                             


                                            
People who mean the most to me:
VioletTears/MourningCloak: Joann my best friend in the world who has been up every mountain and hill with me. I love my duckie so much! Thank you for being there sis.

FortuitousFate: Sam, my sexy evil bunny. Yea that just about covers it. Never be able to forget everything we've done.


                                   
                                                  
My two adopted girls are D3ST1NYD3N13D and Ashtorethe
Hugs and Love





                                       Numb
                                       Linkin Park

                                       I'm tired of being what you want me to be
                                       Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
                                       Don't know what you're expecting of me
                                       Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
                                        (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
                                       Every step that I take is another mistake to you
                                        (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)

                                        [Chorus]
                                       I've become so numb I can't feel you there
                                       I've become so tired so much more aware
                                       I'm becoming this all I want to do
                                       Is be more like me and be less like you

                                       Can't you see that you're smothering me
                                       Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
                                       Cause everything that you thought I would be
                                       Has fallen apart right in front of you
                                        (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
                                       Every step that I take is another mistake to you
                                        (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
                                       And every second I waste is more than I can take

                                        [Chorus]
                                       I've become so numb I can't feel you there
                                       I've become so tired so much more aware
                                       I'm becoming this all I want to do
                                       Is be more like me and be less like you

                                       And I know
                                       I may end up failing too
                                       But I know
                                       You were just like me with someone disappointed in you

                                        [Chorus]
                                       I've become so numb I can't feel you there
                                       I've become so tired so much more aware
                                       I'm becoming this all I want to do
                                       Is be more like me and be less like you

                                        [Chorus]
                                       I've become so numb I can't feel you there
                                       I'm tired of being what you want me to be
                                       I've become so numb I can't feel you there
                                       I'm tired of being what you want me to be * 





                                                      





...If things never changed, there'd be no butterflies....