Category: family

Meet Finn

Meet Finn

This is Henry’s new pet. Both is sisters have pets in their rooms. He is old enough to care for him. So far he has put star wars men & his favorite rock in the tank. I’ve yet to see, but I am sure it looks much more boyish then the way I left it. 2 dogs, 2cats, 2 birds, 2 fish…

My brother drew this on a paper bag while watching television

My brother drew this on a paper bag while watching television

The eyes remind me of Leonardo da Vinci’s drawings. The eyes are what blow me away. Jason wasn’t copying anything. It was planted in his brain & he put it on paper. She is a super hero, who’s name escapes me, she was with the xmen for a bit. Out of the thousands of drawing that came from Jason’s hand I have only one. I have a brown paper bag framed & its in my art studio. My brother is embarrassed about it, that I have it framed, because he says it was just a doodle. If a 17 year old hand can doodle like this, I can’t imagine what it would be capable of doing now. But he was told his art is crap, from someone very important to him. He put his art away as though they were childhood play things. He is now 42 & still refuses to attempt to draw. Breaks my heart & hurts my soul. Its still in him, but he believes he would never be as good. He is right, because he has to start over & build the strength required to make his magic again.
My words fall on deaf ears. Being green with envy pushed me to study every book in the local libraries to learn to paint. The last time I studied art was as a senior in high school. So the natural artist hangs up his skills, tucks them away from sight & pretends he is not been given a gift. So I paint, or I did…pushing myself to be as good as he once was. I am a realist, I can’t really just throw paint on a canvas & call it art. But no one wants realisium. I paint what I see. The difference is I have to see the pictures of objects I paint, whereas Jason already has them in his head. I love my brother, he worries about my physical condition, I worry about him suppressing a gift given to him by God.

a talent passed from Grandfather, to grandson, to niece (my daughter) Illustrating is a gift.

The talent has passed 3 generations, that I can see the illustrator carried from my Grandfather, to my brother, then to my daughter. through

This is a quick coloring with crayons, but the art is just like my twin brother’s art, when my brother was her age. Its in the genes & that is amazing. My art came from envy of Jason’s talent, I was green, green, green with Jealousy. But I’m not Jealous of H.’s inborn talent, I encourage. Because she felt she wasn’t good at anything her whole life, she had no interest in anything. She would ask what am I going to do when I grow up. I always told her not to worry about it, she will figure it out. I think she just had to grow old enough to gain the strength in her hands to draw as she does. This coloring was some sort of joke my mother or daughter won’t share with me. I just hope I’m not the witch!

Blue as a pup.

Blue as a pup.

We had my family here last night & my sister in law is a bit scared of Blue, but Blue loves her. So I get on my knees & hug him. She said, “don’t let him bite you” I said,” he would never bight me” So he got sick of me hanging around his neck & shook me off & I landed on my right side on the floor, trying to figure out how he did that. I guess because he is 100 pound of white fur & everyone one thinks he is part polar bear.
Different story, but from last night. My father was headed up the stairs, I said, “look out Dad, Huskies coming” And he got off the stairs because 160 pounds of furry love had to be peed before we left to see the fireworks. I opened the wooden door, but there is a screen & metal door after. I said,’Blue open the door.” He did, he always does. Greatly impressing my father.
I am sure he was impressed that I leashed these two beasties that outweigh me & walk out the dark night with them. But the are made up of nothing but love.

The best parents, mine.

The best parents, mine.

They came to watch H. play t-ball. My father told me my whole life while I was growing tall, he would say, “Our parents make us, then we remake themselves” I guess I forgot the photo part. 4 generations of photographers & now S. picking up the torch or camera rather. My father’s favorite cameras were the Hasselblad & the Contax SLR because of its lenses/optics. I guess being an eye guy, I would believe him, but can’t afford either one of his favorites. So I use the standard Nikon D90.