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Superman’s starting to rock my club house

Getting There. Every painting should feel this good. I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow and bring him along.   Comments 1 Response to Superman’s starting to rock my club house I saw the real…

Superman

Superman flew into my studio today.  He was about 3 years old and very impressed with his muscles. I have 12 days to finish two pieces for The Portrait Society of America’s Annual International Competition. I…

Push to Let

I took a singing lesson last week. I was painting a woman who explained to me that she started taking lessons from an 82-year-old man who claims ‘he can teach anyone to sing’.  I took…

The Top Button

You know when you need it.  You can’t quite handle the pressure anymore and you’re aching to let it all hang out.  At first, you are embarrassed by your inability to contain it all, but you know…

A simple existance

I want a simple existence; one that is not complicated by legalities and draining financial commitments. One that is not hard to fill with laughter. I think I’m special. I always have. I guess my…

Under Pressure

Some work better under pressure. I needed to light a match under my floundering butt. The inertia of my physical body was wearing on my rumbling soul. I had to get out into the thick…

“living like a fighting cock”

I’ve been a bit unsettled lately. I look around and wonder where I’m supposed to be – “not here” I think to myself. But I am here, and there is nothing wrong with this particular…

Ahhhhhhhh

That was nice… Comments 1 Response to Ahhhhhhhh… I LOVE LOVE THIS PAINTING! IS THIS WHAT YOU ARE WORKING ON NOW? YOU ARE GOOD KELLY!! Posted by Ginny · via sullistudios.com · 136 months ago…

a slow and steady hum

A slow and steady re-entry.  I did make it back into the studio yesterday.  I opened the door and set down the yolk. It was still sitting there on the floor, big and ornery, but…

Missing The Current

Wishful thinking and an unwillingness to cave into the weight of the situation I guess.  “I’ll be a brave worrier” I told myself. “We’ll show the world.” And maybe we will. For now, I feel…