Donkey-ass gray, fluffy white cotton tails, pink and purple baboon bums

All behinds, just like me = I am so far behind on my blog entries. Calvin's week-long around the clock care and his subsequent passing really threw me for a loop and put my life askew. Trying to catch up on rescheduled appointments and classes. Going out of town, being a vendor! and a myriad of other things have gotten in the way and now the holidays are here (I am in Williamsburg at this very moment with Trav, Emory, Page and Jack for Thanksgiving) in addition to a portrait commission meant for a Christmas present, so who knows when I will be typing away here again. I just wanted to acknowledge the fact that I am quite aware of my delinquent entries. Till the next time.......

White - as in the white flag of surrender...

By the way, I noticed that after successfully placing my photos where they should be, saving the post and then viewing the post immediately and for a couple of days after and the photos were perfect---they MOVED!!!!!!!!!! All by themselves to different spots. So, I surrender, blogger photo-mover boogie man. You win, but I'm not perturbed by it anymore, and I shall continue my blog despite you.

An infinite array of colors, hues and shades

         I have finally come up with a design for my Face Book page, "Artful Creations" - I may even make it my logo...

         To quote from the Celtic Spiral Meaning page:
"The Spiral was the earliest known decoration used in art. The directional flow of the spiral symbolizes our movement through the experiences of life, death and rebirth. A clockwise spiral symbolizes the sun and represents growth, expansion, and positive cosmic energy."

Lucky me, I just happened to draw my spiral in the clockwise direction, though, it is said that there are no coincidences. I was drawn to the Spiral for some reason - perhaps it is because I am on two journeys simultaneously, one spiritual and the other artistic. Also, currently, I am going through a 3rd rebirth, of sorts. Well, it's more of a reawakening. Calvin's illness and subsequent death really threw me, both emotionally and physically (I barely had any sleep for a week). Being 58 and not 28 years of age, I'm just coming back, waking up, getting back to life. I've rescheduled classes and appointments that I had to forgo and am once again eager to get creating. And, I'm horribly behind on my blog! But, it reminds me of an Aerosmith song title: "Back in the Saddle Again."