Featured Poem

“Turn”
By Corey Kneedler

Left turn or right, either way the path leads nowhere.
Doesn’t matter where I go, I’ll never find love there.
Been driving for too long, busting my eardrums to love song after love song.
I wouldn’t give a dime for any of my exes.
New gallery of heartbreaks, trying to figure out who the best is.
Wrecked bedrooms, late night shenanigans.
I’m sick of searching, don’t want to get lost again.
They only speak when they think they want some. But who’s talking now? Cat got your tongue?
I won’t give another the time of day if they can’t prove to me that things won’t turn out the same way.
Everybody wants a piece of me, lining up around the corners. But when they come back around, they walk away mourners.
Logic tossed out the window, excuses pour down like rain. Are their problems real, or are they imagining it all in their brain?
The world’s fucked up, everyone’s got issues. Fix your own problems and stop using guys like us as tissues.
I’m tired of fighting for them, letting my heart get shot to pieces in a shooting range.
Here’s an idea, why don’t you make sacrifices and fight for me for a change?

Follow the Ghosts

Art by Julie Akeman 

Worth Your Salt

At work yesterday on another easy project.   Red Wash and then tossed sea salt on there and then went to work and left it to dry.  Afterwards I scraped off the salt and ...didn't know what to do next.

I love the speckled effect of the salt..try it ..it's fun!

I wasn't sure where to go from here...didn't want to paint anything over it really because the speckles are so nice..My friend Corey set up a poem.

“Scattered”
By Corey Kneedler

When autumn comes knocking on your door, look for me where the leaves fall

 - that’s where I’ll be, scattered along the ground far away from the trees.

I’ll let the wind carry me to destinations unknown. Don’t worry about where I’ll go. It doesn’t matter where 

I end up, as long as it’s somewhere far, far away from here.

Like a tree full of life in Spring I once felt the warm rays of the sun hit me,

 bringing me happiness as I danced to the sways of the breeze.

I held onto that happiness for as long as I could,

 even when the hot, dry months of summer took their toll on me.

But when that paranormal wind begins to blow, I’ll find my way to lands unknown.

Ghosts of Home

Nice right?  Well, it reminded me I do have a maple leaf stamp.  I haven't used it in awhile so I forgot about it.

Not bad right?  It's subtle and leaves the salt speckles alone.  It would make a great card if I had a way to scan it properly.  I want to do a blue version and use the salt again but leave room for other elements like a moon and dark branches.  Happy Fall everyone!

Featured Artists

Please come and explore the works of these two artists...one a poet, the next an artist who does amazing drawings..

Ghosts of Home

"Yesterday you were smiling in the sunshine..."  Corey Kneedler

Art by Sycamorelullaby

Art Is Life

That is my new studio...it's the laundry room in my house but enough space to create my place.  I work with all kinds of media and kind of go overboard with my personal projects.  I struggle with trying to keep my focus and getting things done before moving on to the next idea..but at least I am never out of ideas.


Art Is Life
What else shall I do
with all the pain and tears I see
as we go on living, or at least trying to
Disaster after disaster, plagues us all
What makes life even worth living?
What makes up for all the loss?
Think of what is hurting the most.
Let your eyes and hands do the work.
Piecing things together, working ..creating
grab a little something here, something else there.
and in the end you have before you your own creation.
as well as your own answers
to life's many blues.
Julie Akeman