Desire backed by Faith knows no such word as impossible.
Every adversity brings with it the seed of an equivalent advantage.
– Napoleon Hill
I never read Napoleon Hill’s classic Think and Grow Rich. I judged the book by the cover believing that it was probably materialistic pablum only useful to sales people trying to develop positive thinking habits to consistently close deals and make big bucks – not that there’s anything wrong with that. Being successful in sales does require a strong dose of integrity, self-confidence and positive thinking, but I didn’t see the relevance to someone like me who was an educator and not motivated by wealth accumulation. I made a mistake.
The two quotes above sound like words you would see on inspirational posters that have no practical effect in the life of the individual who glances at them. The mind responds positively to such thoughts until…
The holidays have me feeling so very frazzled that I forgot to post when I performed this reblog! Thanks much for the visit. I feel remiss that I am not spending as much time this month investigating the sites of those I follow.
One always wonders how people find each other in cyberspace. My art–such as it is, published or not, is quite not abstract, one wonders how one gets from there to… well…. here…. I remember having written and created all manner of abstractish things when very young. Perhaps it is my natural oppositional nature. Everyone, after all, since 1014 has been heading in that direction with a few notable exceptions–and there is, of course a bit of a revival of such things these days.
But really, I’m just musing with no direction in particular. It’s just the way my mind tends to whirr along. Thanks for the visit.
9×12 in mixed media. As simple as this piece seems to be, it was fairly complex in execution. Lost track of the layers but beneath each square of color I started out very vivid and bright. I really love how the textures allowed some of the full richness of the under lying colors to show. I did have to knock down some of the peaks though to get a more uniformed look. The full body white lines in some areas show well too. Unfortunately this piece can only get full appreciation in person, as the photo can’t capture the subtle tones. This was a follow-up to “Neutrons and Fertilizer,” only taking the tones the opposite direction in values.It kind of gives a wintery feel, although I have seen colors this muted from above when you get a lot of sun reflection in spring time. You have to work at seeing the signature as I didn’t want…
You remind of someone very close. Also a marine. He tells me his life is a similar blur… Strange, I am so much older than both of you–than both of you combined–and I remember so much. I seem to be one of those stodgy old guys who still remember vividly what it is like to be a child. I feel as though, if I were a subject of a motion picture wherein I was transported back into the body of a child, I would fall right into it–and I wonder if whatever wisdom and experience I have acquired during the better part of a century would be of any use, or if it would be completely irrelevant.
…slowly unfolding female series, is rather an interesting one technically. Composed, including its title, of word-count based haiku, which, as I have discovered lately can be written in iambic pentameter. 10 syllables per line, with 5 iambic feet, which consist of a feminine (unaccented) syllable followed by a masculine (accented.) I do love additional constraints, they almost always make for an interesting sound, even if clarity is an even greater challenge. Continue reading →
I confess I have been a bit under the weather, however, this is not the only reason I am a bit late in posting.
I have discovered a few things about the nature of this kind of work:
First, I believe one objective was not entirely well thought out. Writing a sonnet every day, is something that can be accomplished in less than seven days. For that reason, I believe the weekend was created (perhaps by God?) In any case, working seven days a week is a recipe for ultimate disaster. I had the notion a few weeks ago, to write ahead, so that I could take the weekend–much like a normal working fellow, regardless of the freelance nature of my chosen profession. Which, alas, must be (except for kisses) its own reward. Continue reading →