Spring break 2013-go out and find nature and maybe even some peace and understanding along the way. We loaded up the kayaks and we’re off to Grand Lake of the Cherokees in far north Oklahoma. Every time I plan one of these trips  there are always so many options for the trip to go south and believe me I think of every one, car trouble, bear attack-ok maybe the roaming serial killer but this trip I would say was pretty amazing. My son and I had planned this for the last six months. Sometimes I equate a trip like jumping out of an airplane-you plan for it, train for the jump and learn about your parachute but there is always that moment in the airplane where you hesitate so embarking on a trip out in the middle of nowhere and camping for the next week-it’s a bit  intimidating.

Our original plan was to go straight up to Grand Lake but leaving later than expected and an inability to get myself into that checked out feeling made us change our plans. We ended up going to Lake Murray near Ardmore Oklahoma. We found a spot to camp on buzzard’s roost. We met these two wildlife biology students and really enjoyed their company. We brought steelhead trout, they brought the s’mores we forgot to bring-what’s a camping trip without s’mores right? We shared much about our interests in wildlife and shared a fire. All I can say about camping is if you allow it, you can meet some great people and learn about other peoples lives and interests. I think camping brings out the sense of community we have lost in our daily lives and from the looks of it most of us are very anxious to be social even if it’s a bit of an awkward skill.

I forgot how much I missed the electric hour and how the light plays on the water and makes the mundane amazing. Tucker tower was lit in the distance, an amazing sight as the sun went down and we pitched our tent. We have a really small simple tent, very easy to setup and comfortable to sleep in. My son was embarrassed by my need to have a blow up mattress-I am wimp by his view but a wimp with a really bad back-I lost the fight the first night but the second night with the arrival of another camper next to us that just happened to be blowing up their mattress found it appropriate to blow up ours. It kept us warm and comfortable above the ground but soon left us on the cold, solid and very uncomfortable ground. We definitely need to check to see if we can find the leak as I like waking up being able to move and the ground tends to be a bit cruel on a back that is out of alignment.

In the morning we felt the cold windy day we had in store for us, even the geese seemed a bit uncomfortable going into the water. We met several friends that kept us company along the way, several Canadian geese. The water seemed cold, rough and unfriendly to me, the idea of getting wet did not seem like a good idea at all. Being less of a wimp than my son gives me credit for, we did it-the only ones out there beside one boat, everyone else was hiking dressed all warm and we were getting into the water.

I have a description of the first kayak trek which will be in my next blog post. It wasn’t the most enjoyable and was more exhausting and stressful than I would have preferred and I believe I was still in city in my mind-not quite detached and relaxed yet. My son loving Lake Murray as he does wanted to stay two nights, which was fine with me but I really wanted to get up to the north and closer to the mountains of the Ozarks but I think I needed the ease in to the vacation and it was helpful to allow me to find that sweet spot of relaxation going into the trip. There needs to be a buffer between your life and stopping your normal tendency to stress and pay attention to all things not peaceful, Such is life I guess.

Stay tuned for the next installment-getting wet and loving it? It’s windy and cold, let’s get in the water?
It’s so cold even the loons are looking at us strange, can I change my mind???? It’s cccccold and windy? All of these are possible titles but it all works out. Until the next get out and explore. Are you ready to explore? Map a place on the map, find several places of interest and get out there.

Well I’m in an odd place in the series which I would almost call an addendum to the previous series. It would be adequate to use that term if it weren’t for the fact that this series is taking off in a great departure from the previous and will stand on its own as a new series for 2013. Here is the strange place as I have in the past mentioned that there are points in the creative process where you feel like you are painting someone else’s painting and it has always been an awkward and never a positive place to be which usually hints to the end of a great creative state. I am having the same feeling with this series only with an amazing positive twist.

Now I feel like I’m painting someone else’s painting but instead of being awkward and tagging along I feel I am looking over an other’s shoulder. You can call it anything you want but I consider it a divine intervention. I am painting from perspectives I have never even tried to attempt and for some reason-right now, it’s working. As not to bore the reader I will explain three paintings that I just worked with today and try to not go into too much detail about any one.

First, I started painting today without a clear vision of what I wanted to accomplish, I just knew I wanted to paint and had a bit of time available for it. I started on a completely new painting called moon  flower. It is the view of a large tree from the bottom of its trunk. You are looking up into the moonlit sky and the peripheral images are faded and dark. Your attention is taken by the large, almost surreal moon flowers- I am right in the middle of detailed and accurate detail and soft dreamlike areas without much detail. I want the viewer to feel the dreamy affect of the background and the moon but still can ponder on the detail and accuracy of the moon flowers which glow in the moon filled sky. The view of the image is already awkward and you feel a bit off balance and I haven’t even filled in all of the detail and added the visual cues to show you how high the tree is from your vision.

The next painting is a bridge-it’s a simple bridge image and that is the beauty of it, it kind of painted itself, it is from a walk I took with my son. It is almost monochromatic blue, again detail in the extreme close up of the rocks and than it fades into  the distance of an overcast sky. It is a basic landscape but the light and shadows are extreme and atmospheric.

The last painting is a field, the same I have driven by for so many years and have captured in my memory and have attempted to capture in previous images. Now the image is all about detail and the light in the sky, a road comes up to meet you as you look through a deep mesh of wild sunflowers reflecting the last bit of light from the sunset that is disappearing in the pink and amber sky.

I am excited about the direction and the intensity of colors and lights balanced with a darkness that was previously common in older works. I also intend on working more extremely cold and detailed images of rivers in Yosemite and Montana so stay tuned. I look forward to the next series and look forward to your comments and critiques. Thanks for reading.

My first portrait, this painting began probably two years ago and I’ve put it aside, picked it up and put it aside again. In the manic state of painting these days it seemed appropriate to finish. I have always thought that if you truly observe  an image you can paint anything-I think a landscape painter should be able to paint a portrait and a still life painter should be able to paint a landscape because the observation is the same.

I feel the same, although with added thoughts to the process. There are disciplines to each subject matter and there are shortcuts that the expert portrait painter can use in their tool box that the landscape painter may have to take the long route and there is a difference between the mastered portrait and the first portrait. I do believe as artists we are called to capture illusions and capture correctly what we see.
One thing I have learned in the process of painting a portrait is I love detail more than I thought-I love the discipline of tighter brush work, I like the need to really get the individual objects correctly. It has been a great exploration and an added burst of enthusiasm for painting.

Discipline of Portraiture

There is a  discipline that the portrait painter must practice. I have learned techniques in landscapes which contrast with a trend to go easier  on  details, so how do we get a happy medium between detail and less detail. I’m excited about upcoming paintings and the need to be more pains taking about detail and the use of light and shadow and will definitely paint another portrait and have even more respect for masters of the portraiture. I look forward to do more detail in the eyes, which this squinting image didn’t give me the option for. What do you think? Would love any comments-positive or negative. Thanks
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This post is about creativity-where does the initial spark begin? Did you have a specific artist or painting that inspired you to start painting? For me, I’ve been creative in some form or another for as long as I can remember and not being creative would be like not being myself. To me it’s how you approach problems and how you see life.

I remember not being able to draw well at all-my brother at a very young age was able to draw dinosaurs so much better and I aspired to draw as well. So as I got older and nature became a major inspiration and a constant impetus for my creative process. As I got older I was always either photographing or painting, for years I would go for six months of doing each until the eye changed from photographic to painting oriented and back. During this time the writing was always a staple, whether it was short stories or poetry.

During certain periods in my life I have lost all contact with painting and creativity and it was isolated to just the writing which never stops its seems, I say that thankfully. I believe these points of valleys in the creative process were just learning points where I was gathering all the things I had learned in the previous creative sessions. So this answers the question of where does the passion go. We get lost in our lives and often as much as we’d like it to be, creativity can not be a priority as our family and duties in life pull too strong for us to maintain this secondary life of the creative.

We must remain in essence young, retaining a portion of our inner child to maintain the process that is creativity. I believe getting older often is a weight that crushes the inner child, between rejection, self doubt and the loss of time to stop and notice things the eyes of the creative can easily become jaded and the act of being creative turns into a pointless endeavor. The logical side of the adult is more aware and concerned about daily duties and staying busy-the creative must maintain the view of a child and protect the fact that it is not a option to be creative but an integral part of one’s being.

Turn off the radio, TV, read about things that inspire you, collect things that are interesting and never stop trying to see things from the innocents and open eyes of a child. We may, as artists, be able to submerge our integral creative spirit beneath the logic and chaos of our lives but believe me there are consequences. The day you look at a sunset and realize it does nothing for you, or listen to an amazing bit of music and it is just sound-you know you’ve strayed too long. So be creative, realize it is almost important as the job you keep or the daily duties you perform.

Do you agree with my premise? How do you keep your creative spark alive and have you ever lost it for any amount of time? Comments welcome-thanks for reading.

Who has the time for so many things creative and not? I love being a single dad and although it fills much of my time I am always able to squeeze some hour out of the day for creative release. My son being fourteen needs to have a bit of time for himself as well, so any time available must be used wisely. Luckily for me as a creative as previously mention I have a short attention span and an hour of painting is usually adequate for a day.

The thing that is interesting about the process of grabbing a bit of time for being creative is the fact that I am able to give so much more of myself after I’ve given to the creative process. It’s almost as if the slate is clean for a bit, allow some of the creative juices to flow and than I can be normal for a while without the angst to go create something.

Other places I’m able to steal time to be creative is on the road, I like to text long creative texts while I’m on the highway-I’m kidding, just wanted to make sure you were paying attention. I like to think a lot while driving and many inspirations come to me while driving. This awareness of the time is actually the state of taking time instead of letting time slip by.

This aspect of time management may seem a no-brainer but it is notable that one must cease the time they can to be creative and to live creatively. Time passes us quickly-squeeze as much life and creativity out of every bit. How do readers like to steal those moments of being creative? What time of day are you most creative and are able to save time to paint? Would love some comments. Thanks
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This is the first in a series of cartoons on critics. First off-critics are helpful and very purposeful in some aspects of the creative world-critics such as John Ruskin come to mind. The other side of the critic is the legless man that teaches running-to be really cliche, but it is accurate. There are several reasons for the negative side of being a critic.

I have noticed a lack of knowledge or security can make those in the position of being a critic that much more critical and not always with enough knowledge or insight to correct a design problem. Another reason for the lack of quality or a critics ability to be objective is the would-be artist that always wanted to be an artist or creative but never quite had the skill or ability- this would be a problem of envy or ego getting the better of an otherwise constructive viewer. A final reason for the negative or nonconstructive critic would be the fear of failure which would be a corporate problem with the creative project. This would also include the idea of having too many people having input into a single idea. Again to be cliche but there is a reason for the old saying-too many cooks spoil the broth.

 Creativity in itself is so subjective, one persons masterpiece is an other’s paint pallet, in  a corporate setting you can not please all eyes and attempting to please all eyes will get you a watered down design with flaws that happened by too many ideas and options trying to fit into one design. In this instance usually the intricacies and spontaneous process of the original creative is usually lost, the colors don’t work anymore as originally intended and objects tend to overcrowd or fight with each other for attention.

To go back to the idea of the helpful critic- a second pair of eyes will many time refine the often original rough creative thought so working with a single or minimal decision makers can really make a great design better. Again, realize that the customer is always right even when they are dead wrong-we as artists can sway and attempt to move them in the right direction for the success of a project but in the end it is their project. My best advice is to work with clients that have strong ideas and if they don’t have strong ideas at least they are open to new thoughts and have good ideas to lead the process.
Luckily for the painter or independent artist, they always have the last say-your customers or patrons will than either buy or you get to hang a wonderful masterpiece on your own wall-that’s the trade off.

Do any designers reading have stories of how a project went from good to bad to worse? Do any readers know about designing by committee or being micromanaged? All comments and thoughts on the critic-the good, the bad, the ugly-would love to hear it. Thanks for reading.

I’ve had a few days of break from painting and the problem with this is that I either come back into the series really strong or completely feeling like I’m working with someone else’s vision. I have had some blank spots where I don’t have any idea of what to paint never mind how to get into the process and be able to see in a somewhat subconscious state. This is the reason why I have had so many paintings waiting to be completed-years of these mental blocks.

Another aspect is switching gears between designing for clients and getting to your own vision is the fact that between work and home there is no break to allow for that change of thought and priority. Tonight was surprisingly productive, even if it doesn’t really feel like it now. I am working on a waterfall scene of Turner Falls Oklahoma and in the middle of the process I felt like I was getting too thick with paint and losing my clarity of water but tonight I was able to freshen the image and just about complete the painting. Something I struggle with a problem of jumping into the immediate inspiration and knowing exactly what needs to be done but the peripheral image sometimes falls short and I  think that is what holds up finishing a painting.

One great thing I learned from teaching painting is with some discipline and ignoring the hesitation and overwhelming state of details, you can get through a block and continue to paint. I feel the reason I have been able to finish so many recent paintings is because of the discipline I learned through having a student and a certain amount of time to paint whether I was in the mood or felt overwhelmed I had to continue and work through the block.

So my question to other artists-what are your obstacles in the creative process and if you work through them are you able to continue painting? Do you have a problem working between your own stuff and commissions or freelance work? How do you get past mental blocks when it comes to creativity?
Thanks for reading and keep being creative.

There was a post in the Linked in group about rejection and I felt with the interest that was expressed
and the fact that these days rejection tends to be such a difficult thing for us to stomach, I thought it would be an interesting topic to expand on. This topic could be included in both my personal and artistic blog but I felt since we are talking art and that was the origin I hope some of the creative or not so creative types-okay anyone can post a comment whether you agree or disagree, it would be an interesting topic to explore with fellow readers and bloggers.

First of all, when did we become so afraid of our children receiving rejection-we have built up rejection to be some sort of insurmountable obstacle instead of a learning process or character builder. The funny thing about this question is that everyone I talk to do not seem to be the ones afraid of the rejection-it’s more some phantom victim that has helped create rules that shield children from any form of loss and punish anyone too happy in winning.

The previous description has been experienced more in my personal life raising a young child but rejection has always been a part of my career as well. I started in production art, I have always been an out of the lines coloring kind of personality, now my first job and I have to not only draw within the lines but I need to perfect the lines and keep them perfect and consistent. This was back in the day when we were excited to see a new piece of equipment called an apple computer-what a novelty it was. We still had to rule separations for photographs in publishing yearbooks, create windows and strip film with an exacto knife. I started out with all my work being thrown in the garbage before I had a chance to realize I was being reassigned to another less precise project. This insecurity building exercise continued until I was moved to a department that didn’t realize I didn’t yet have the skills to do all the work they required.

After a great amount of trial, error and more trial-I became a production artist that could use an exacto knife, a mechanical pen, strip film or and do any kind of paste up with more than adequate quality. If I would have succumbed to the pressure and rejection and the fact that for part of my first job as an artist I was driving a van to deliver work to other artists, I would have been dead before I started but I didn’t give up and used the rejection to improve my skill and over time not only did I become a production artist but also learned the computer on the fly. Again, trial and error, mistakes, low raises and all around general stress of a new job made me a quality production artist and set the wheels for the next job I was unqualified for, but we won’t tell anyone about that.

At the job I worked on a mac, at home I worked on a small ridiculously inadequate PC, with one of those very cheap drawing programs. The first drawing I ever completed was a green treefrog, a very detailed and colorful tree frog which used every aspect of the primitive drawing package I was using for all its worth. My portfolio was a bunch of high school kids drawing and folios as we called them, nothing even close to adequate for a job as a computer graphic designer. My wife at the time even ask me if I was sure if I could do the job. I was strongly encouraged not to show the tree frog but it was the only thing that actually showed I could use drawing tools on the computer. I got the job and in the years following was told that the tree frog was the only thing that actually stood out in my portfolio and convinced them that I could do the work they needed.

It was a very scary, humble beginning and yet I was able to master photoshop, Micrografix Designer, Pagemaker and Illustrator all on the job and made a highly technical job as creative as it could possibly be. In the first year or so I became a manager after originally being told there was no chance of me being the manager, after months of trying to hire a supervisor for myself, my boss decided that I was doing all the processes that a manager does and so I became a manager. This was another point where rejection could have been a defining moment for me but I improved my skills on the computer and learned how to manage.

Up to now I have talked about rejection and how it relates to a job in general but on the job rejection is the norm not the exception. Being a designer, you normally have to read minds-I didn’t know being a medium was part of the process but it is. You need to read minds, you need to guess what people are envisioning and after you have created what you think they have described you must start all over again. One of the funniest aspect is when a client says he or she loves your design, just not the color, the main graphic, the other image, the size and the style-other than you really nailed it. I learned very quickly that it is their project and I am just a steward to get them to create what they envision. I can be totally in the right and their scope can be completely off and failing but if I do not capture what they need I have failed. As a designer it is my responsibility to steer them into what I think is a better direction and create something that works for their marketing needs and graphic appearance but ultimately it is their project and in the end the customer is and always will be right. I learned that the project, as much passion and love I had for it, would never be mine. I have always said if a client wants a stick figure and you feel you can deliver the mona lisa in all its perfection, it doesn’t matter that your artistic tendency insists that the master work would be better for the client, the client asked for a stick figure and if you can’t convince them otherwise-you’ve failed-mona lisa and all-sorry Leonardo.

Another aspect of rejection is in my painting. Now I don’t have the separation that this is not mine, this is mine and me and everything about my passion. I remember meeting with my first gallery owner and was sure they would just be blown away by my artistic mastery. My ego expected an easy path to a great success and yet as soon as I saw the paintings on the walls mine shrunk in comparison. I don’t take that lightly as I am not quick to put another artist’s work over mine but it was obvious, I was a very young artist and the other work was from greatly more experienced and it was clear I had much to learn. I wasn’t accepted to the gallery but the things I learned about perspective and color, tone was just amazing and have helped me in my current works. The gallery owner dissected my work and instead of just freezing and never painting again I jumped very quickly to another level within weeks. I suddenly was able to see past my amazing work and see the flaws which was the only way I could have improved and perfected those flaws. After my meeting I was able to see how depth and perspective appeared to form and after a few months of awkward painting I took the tools I acquired and use them to this day.

The awkwardness I speak of is the fact that when you paint or create for a long time much of what you do tends to be subconscious or second nature, when someone breaks that habit suddenly you are overwhelmed by the fact that nothing is natural-you think about every line and stroke and the awkwardness is the fact that you analyze and use the left oriented logic instead of losing yourself in the work.

The next great rejection was a teacher-again I was excited and knew she would be impressed and she was but also told me I had much work to do. After that meeting, I learned to change the texture and colors instead of going with a technique I was comfortable with and using it throughout the work. I was awkward and consciously changing my work and again felt a great ship to a higher level of work. I believe the only way I could have improved is to see what an outside eye saw, especially one that had knowledge of my craft.

No one loves rejection, but rejection can be the most incredible tool to improve yourself and your art. Rejection is something that allows you to see outside of your comfort zone and motivates you to improve instead of keeping to the norm. It can be awkward, it can hurt sometimes but being artists and the fact that we do work within an ego driven trade, we must be able to separate ourselves from the rejection and realize that there is always room for improvement. At the same time we must also know where the rejection comes from and take it from its source. See if there is anything that is constructive in the criticism, try to see your work from another perspective and realize realistically where you can improve and where your style ends and flaws begin. It is a thin line but always be open, rejection can be your friend and mentor if you have the right attitude.

So here is my question for you-what was the best bit of rejection that motivated you to improve your work? Did you reach another level in your art or career through criticism? How do you separate yourself from the art you do for the client and how would you steer a client in the right direction-how often are you successful. I’m hoping for many comments as I know rejection is part of all of our lives as artists and people in general. Thanks for reading.

So where do we stand in this economy, in this country, for religion, racism and just life in general? I believe we have developed more ways to communicate and with that ease of communication we have stopped communicating. I watch people in a local coffee shop and we are all sequestered to ourselves, whether it be we don’t trust or we’re waiting to be sold to or hit on-we protect ourselves adn we have lost our availability to communicate. I would say we’ve lost the need if it wasn’t for the fact that when you get a conversation started with someone I think we all want to reach out and communicate, most of us either don’t know how or are afraid to start something we are not interested or don’t think we are interested in.

I think at the core of our lack of communication is the fact that we work very hard to keep our houses and our cars, all the things we think we need. Not to say if you want an expensive toy you shouldn’t if you can afford it, it’s just that we have to work hard to support what we have bought or borrowed on credit. I also think there is so much stress that none of us are able to react to, but it’s always there hanging over us like the economy that has been failing for how many years now? We are always on the edge of a disaster which I will get to the culprits of this chicken little syndrome in a moment but for this point, I think we are all underneath a great weight that tends to just sit there and we are expected to keep our heads up and keep doing what we have always been doing when this great disaster is just a job loss away and the impending doom of failing health and a crumbling economy is always just sitting there staring at us. What do we want to do outside of our work-we tend to want to escape to our homes, our families, we can barely communicate with the people we know with the stress we carry so never mind getting social with the community.

I drove through the suburbs yesterday and there is no one living in these empty houses or that’s the way it seems. There are cars in the driveway, that is the only proof that anyone lives in these houses. Maybe there are cliques that the people stay with, only their immediate family and friends so there is no time or need to reach out to other people or friends. In the city, I noticed there are more people out and around, perhaps because they are younger and less jaded or just have less on their plate. I remember when my exwife and I bought our first home and instead of us running around enjoying the outdoor stuff, there was always something to do around the house. This brings me back the fact that we are so busy in our lives and detached from people which I feel we really crave to be spoken to or communicated with. I believe there are many of us that feel they are outcast from this society and you can see on many occasions they strike against the very society they feel has made them an outcast, which brings me to the next hypocrisy that is rampant and brings me closer to one of the culprits in the failing of our society and community.

We talk so much about bullying, everyone is against bullying and we all need to do something about bullying but the very same people that are crying about bullying are the ones that bully more than anyone. The political correctness that is rampant stems from what I feel is a guilt in our society, we aren’t getting nicer, we are getting more nasty and vicious to eachother. Another thing about bullying, it is not a new thing by any means and what used to be a motivation to improve ourselves or protect ourselves has turned into a means to be victimized. I’m not saying that bullies are helpful in our development it is just something that has been around since the very beginning of our society and it will never end, it’s just the way we don’t teach our children to deal with this bullying, I would think anyone that has gone to school has been bullied in one way or another and we reacted in various ways. Another aspect of the bullying-thr that someone might lose. e bullying that used to occur seems nothing like the vicious and dangerous bullying that occurs these days. I believe that we are suppressing our boys and girls, all aggression is deemed unnatural when aggression is completely natural, it should be used in the right direction, in sports where we dare let our children compete with the danger that someone might have to actually lose.

We have decided that there is one sex, boys and girls are the same which they are not, instead of celebrating the wonderful differences that are evident between boys and girls and between each of us, there is a definition of who or what we need to be and how we need to act and unfortunately we are suppressing the natural urges and emotions that we all feel and trying desperately to adapt everyone into a weak and pliable child that doesn’t cause their teachers or families any problems. We have drugs for everything, we have to anesthesize our kids, calm them down, they have their folders signed for doing stupid things that kids do, they are chastised for acting out in anyway and we have to call it a disease or some disorder that we can treat. Granted, there are real disorders and ailments that need treating, I just think that we have put everyone that steps out of a calm uncomplicated place must be medicated and that’s where I think we are wrong. Of course in the past we would be disciplined by our parents and often maybe more than we needed to but we knew there were consequences for our actions and we were not the ones in control, again there are parents that have destroyed that whole healthy concept of discipline- a spanking is not a beating but some parents have taken discipline to a sick and twisted place. So, the government and teachers step into our parenting and says we can’t look wrong at our children and meanwhile our children realize there are no adults in charge of us and there are no consequences for our actions-we’ll just call CPS.

So how have we come this far? I believe that we have lost our basic values for life and the idea of selflessness has given way to narcism, raising our children with the idea that everything is about them. Whatever happened to the old quote-think not of what your country can do for you, think what can you do for your country. We have been lead in a bad direction by the fact that common sense in raising children has been replaced by sociology and psychologists telling us how we should do and freeing us from any blame or guilt by generous portions of rationalization. Our complacency in our society has allowed the stage to be set by the media which pander to us, pull our strings to be afraid of certain aspects, they act like they are our parents and we are too stupid to know better and in actuality we have become the child lead by the media disregarding common sense and listening only for the processes that directly affects us. The next entity that has moved in to be the parenting role is the government who sees fit to explain what drink we should and shouldn’t drink and how much of anything we should have. Our chains are pulled when they need us to react to something, their fingers point to the other side always playing the shell game with us while the money is already gone. And once they do what they knew they were going to do all along there is no word of any crisis until the next crisis they have to threaten us all with certain doom if we dare expect the to be responsible in the use of our money.

So where in all of this do we stand? I feel we should be Americans before we are races, sexes and our own specific causes. I think we need to avoid being victims so the lawyers have no one to pander to. No one says that the money they steal from the insurance company for the so called deserving victim with an amount that the person would never see in their lifetime, that great sum of money, most of it goes in the lawyers pocket and the rest of it we all feel as costs go up from everything from medical to car insurance-we all pay for it even though the one that hit the lottery by getting hurt feels they are entitled to however much money the lawyer can get them. I believe we as a nation can not stand divided, we need to come together as a nation, not a race, sexual orientation, democrat, republican-they have us right where they want us. The child that does not have the capability of fighting against a rampant government and a divisive media that work together to extort what they need from us, using fear, guilt, racism or whatever other tool they need to keep us divided and most of all complacent.

We need to be a nation again, we need to stop fighting among us and start becoming aware of the similarities we have among us and start running the government instead of letting them run us. We need to stop listening to the media that uses propaganda to separate us and control our actions. We are a nation of hard working individuals that all love the idea of  succeeding in whatever success that deems appropriate for each individual. We need to stop using the word deserve, stop being victims and start earning back our country. The government has done so many bad things to our families and our childrens’ children, they have stolen futures and the money we have entrusted them with has been stolen, it is our time to get our country and our government back to by the people and for the people.
Its time to stand united because divide we will definitely fall……We need to come together as Americans with common interests and needs and stop letting outside entities divide us for their own gain. Forgive me for a long. long blog but I want to live in America not a divided mess that this country is becoming.

This question is for writers, of poetry, prose, short stories, etc- Where does the inspiration for words come from and how do we access that stimulus? For me, it is a very strange and much more awkward option than paintings and images-the painting and images tend to create themselves, they sit in the folder in my mind for a long time, either a memory, an idea or the full blown sketch that no one could decipher even myself sometimes.

There are three basic forms of the stimulus that creates words. I will try to articulate this process and the way it feels when the words are at their best or worst. There are three distinct feelings that occur during my writing which I believe depends on where in the brain the stimulus begins.

I would say the best words that come out, almost always in poetry, are when I have no idea what I am writing. It is almost an out-of-body feeling-the hands find the keys and I can’t even read or decipher the words that form. The words come out of nowhere and the sense that you would afford individual words seem lost in the translation and can only be deciphered after the process. I don’t look for words that rhyme, I don’t even think of any specific word or theme, these kind of writings I tend to forget immediately afterwards and the connections of thought and ideas seems very abstract. I equate this to a divine intervention as the thoughts are often very deep and personal and often with a religious slant or questioning premises that are hard to articulate without great use of metaphor and far reaching analogies.

The second best process of writing and usually a bit more clearer and more to the point is when I can barely decipher the words that I write, in other words I don’t look for the rhyme the words I write just seem to be there and they flow as quickly as I can write them. These writings seem to already be written but they just needed to be processed. Poems like these are often sparked by lines or just the title, the awkward problem of this process is when you write the initial title or start the first line the inspiration is so intangible that the idea often disperses the moment the words or phrase hits the page.

The next process is the inspiration that is much more conscious, seeing a beautiful landscape or describing something that is emotionally or physically directly relatable. This is kind of the standard of many of my writings and the quantity of words is usually a large amount and very quickly, fifteen or twenty poems at the same time. I still don’t remember the words I wrote but the idea and the inspiration is very clear and conscious.

The hardest process of writing for me and I think this is just the lack of comfort writing this way is the prose or story pieces. I have always had books full of ideas and premises of anything from short stories, essays to full novels. In the past I have never acted upon the words always questioning the quality and the lack of formal grammar and being able to self edit. I used to self-edit myself out of ever writing anything, feeling the final would be without purpose. Lately, instead of story ideas in books, I have stories started, about twelve of them now and instead of just inspirations and ideas they have turned to actual works in progress. There is always the desire to write the story but when I begin I am often left with a bunch of hard pressed words and attempts at writing that go nowhere.

Stories will often start out with great details and I don’t have the idea of specific words and the idea flows very quickly and as I write one part the next part is in the process of becoming processed. As suddenly as the idea begins the story dissolves and I am left with awkward words that don’t support anything tangible. This is why, like my paintings, it seems that words tend to hang around unfinished for a long time. I am working on the discipline to work beyond the writing block.

So how do other writers feel the process of writing? When does the start of a block begin and how do you get past that stumbling block. Do you remember the words you write, do you self-edit while you write and what motivates you to write? So pick a question and answer, we can start a dialog on the writing process and the intangible act of poetry and prose.