La Verguensa
"The Shameful One"
I Don’t Smoke again.
“I Don’t Smoke” was a 4’x8′ watercolor comprised of 15 smaller sheets. Now the sheets have been disassembled and mounted on boards (like most of the rest of my paintings). This is one which has found its way into the world. Unfortunately I forgot to photograph the first two.(if you are out there email me a photo). I am giving these works of art to a variety of people whom I admire. It is like a private version of the Oscars. Here is one sheet to the wind. I will post others as they fly away from my grasp. I really like this concept of painting because at its root the work is about community. The full painting can never be viewed (except here on line) without the various owners working together. Like all my good paintings it is expirimental.
The Post Office.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit.
Double Duomo
You will never be the person you can be if pressure, tension, and discipline are taken out of your life.
The Duet
Decide what you want, decide what you are willing to exchange for it.
Establish your priorities, and go to work.
Slow Dance
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-goround,
Or listened to the rain slapping the ground?
Ever follow a butterflies erratic flight,
or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down, don’t dance so fast,
time is short, the music won’t last.
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask how are you? Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?
You better slow down.
Don’t run so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
Ever told your child We’ll do it tomorrow,
and in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch let a good friendship die,
cause you never had time to call and say hi.
You’d better slow down don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It’s like an unopened gift thrown away.
Life is not a race,
do take it slower.
Hear the music,
Before it is over.
This poem was sent to me by a teenager with terminal cancer (in 2007)
La Verguensa 