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Digital Art and the Path to Happiness
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Digital Art and the Path to Happiness  I drew this some time back, photographed it, then ran it through a filter program. I'm pretty happy with the way it came out. The original was a mixed media piece done with charcoal and colored pencil from a photo I found online and admired. I haven't sketched in years, I don't really know why I haven't, I just haven't. I'd imagine it has something to do with depression, which I've been battling since I quit blogging some time back. And part of it is just being too busy with and the normal hustle and bustle of daily life. Creating art, either drawing or writing, requires my full attention. If I'm being interrupted by requests for cookies and battles over which cartoon is going to be watched next, I lose momentum and interest. It is a beautiful morning here, for the moment my neighborhood is quiet. Several of the properties around us have been sold, the older folks all snow-birding, moving away, passing away, and their homes are being purchased by younger families, new faces, new , new pets. I like watching the evolution of life here. There are very few rental properties here, only three that I'm aware of in a 3 block radius. So there is a pattern to these changes. A visual perspective of time marching forward that is so much more interesting than what I see in the mirror. Aging. What fun, eh? Part of the depression I mentioned earlier, was connected to that. I've come to a place of semi-acceptance with it, mainly because there is really not jack shit I can do about it, and I'm not so vain as to want to fight a natural process. Everyone gets old. Everyone will eventually die. These are certain things. I think my sadness about aging has less to do with the change in my appearance and more to do with the loss of ability. Many of the things I was once able to do without effort or even a second thought are difficult, laborious, or completely gone from my life. Hiking, which once occupied most of my free time, is relegated to short walks on tended paths. Travel, which once was my greatest joy and something I would do on a moments notice, now requires scheduling and planning. Basically, I feel as if I'm living in a cage of my own making, held prisoner by uncooperative joints and fear of what might happen should I fall. If a Dee falls alone in the forest, will anyone hear? But, I've started replacing some of those missed things with other things. I garden, I've started swimming again. And I've started creating art again. I think my blogs are going to become a place for my prose, a place where I stretch my linguistic legs. New readers: If you come here looking for tits and ass, I'm afraid you will leave disappointed. And for the love of God, newbies, yes I know this is a sex site. I've been on this site longer than some of this membership has been out of high school. The main reason I keep my blog here is the simplicity of use. All the other places I have looked at are a pain in the ass to use, filled with people who are either being paid or trying to be paid for their writing, (which I am in no way knocking) and they frown upon the liberal amount on bad language I use at times. So before you offer me sage advice, let me give you a little tip, I give zero fucks, not even a rat's ass, that this is a sex site. If you want to get laid all you need to do is ask the right person and not get pissy about the inevitable 'No thanks' you will hear from time to time. And if you are looking for something to masturbate to...well there is an ample supply readily available in every corner of this site. So don't give me shit because it's not on this blog. I'm not in the market for sex, not in the business of writing porn, and I've developed an aversion to giving away parts of myself to people who only wish to use and then dispose of me when they are satisfied themselves. I'm still with Mr. and Mrs., ten years as of July. They are honestly the best thing to ever come out of this site for me. Don't believe people when they tell you this site is only for making hook-ups. Love is the thing that comes to you from wherever it pleases. Just an aside, I probably won't be writing much next week, two of my granddaughters are coming to spend time with me, so my free time will be limited. Happy Saturday, go out there and grab life by the cajones! "Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson   |
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Looks good...Vaguely familiar...I seem to recall a album cover...Rickie Lee Jones...That had a similar image...Album covers...LOL...I'm not old...I'm vintage...Not mellowed by it either...I do believe I'm even feistier now...I know I have a whole lot less patience...Not that I really ever had any to begin with...It tickles me you've come back to the fold so to speak...Blog on Sister!  
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A gorgeous piece of work. And yes getting old sucks, but I'm not going down without fighting!!  Sometimes the Old Ways are the Best Ways Summer Fun, on HNW Summer Sex and a Poll [post 3312759] My Private Blog – Tell Me All You Secrets
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