The Song Inside

“Most (people) live lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.” – Henry David Thoreau

I finished my pastel painting of Clay today. I’m very pleased with it.

At an art exhibition this evening a lady I know asked me what I’d been working on so I told her. Then she asked did I have any commissions? I said no but you know it doesn’t matter because I really have fun doing these paintings and so I don’t really care if I get commissions or not. How many people can say they love what they do? A long time ago after I got married for the third time I went ahead and made a choice to suppress the song that was inside me. I don’t regret my choice. Much. If I had it to do all over again I would do exactly what I did but in a vastly different way. Where my head was at was much more in a victim role. Thank god I have lived to see those days are over. The victim role days, that is. I am singing again and it feels real good. May god grant you the grace to let your voice sing. Loudly and without fear.

By the way, if you have a photo of yourself wearing a hat that you think is particularly nice and it also has a plain background I am always looking for new subject matter. Feel free to get in touch with me. If I use the photo I will give you a disk with a high resolution image on it for you to do whatever you want.