Who Is This Drummer? I have no idea what this guys name is. Thing is, when I heard this solo, I became a drummer instantly. Before that moment, I was a trombone player, a piano player, a banjo player...and all the band instruments my kid sisters and brother played. I play a whole bunch of instruments....thing is. I heard this drum solo, and I was a drummer for life. Anyone would be. So now, we are being censored. What, I am not allowed to acknowledge this guy...whoever the hell he is that played awesome drums....just because Hillary wants to shut down freedom of speech. What sort of president would she have made? All the sudden, I am not allowed to say what I think is the truth....because the opposing party wants to shut down a message that isn't like there's. Glad I didn't drum with with those people. Honest to God, I was inspired by this drummer, and I don't know his name. I do drum with wonderful people from time to time....I live for those moments. Wahru could do this drum solo....hands down!
I have played with great drummers....and I will play with them again....still though this passage gives me pause. I challenge all my drummer friends to come up with something better than this...and I challenge them to no put me where I can not see them.
Syd had to help me make a Christmas card for a friend of mine today. He also thinks all Christmas presents are his...he loves opening up presents outgoing or incoming LOL. I got everything I wanted for Christmas and my Birthday this year, because I got Syd back after a long illness. Thank you everyone who helped us this year.
Something very sad about Bobby Gentry. She has something really sad about her eyes when she sings. I sure hope no one ever sees that when I sing. I suspect that no matter how many times they raped her, and drugged her.....she could not hide her sadness. Check her out on YouTube if you dare. She has sad eyes...just like mine.I know those sad eyes. They are the eyes of people not saving us from predators. What else could it be? I defy you to tell me. Perhaps, we should stop writing the songs to expose our predators....or perhaps you should just stop electing them into office. Then, the status quo wouldn't be able to continue making women like her and me sad in the first place. How it would it be, if the pedophiles all the sudden had no power, and they needed to get out of our country. I pray for this. I have lived this, and I understand that people around me, never saw it. This is how it goes on. They get people like Bobby Gentry to sing her song...but she doesn't trick me. I know. I see it in her eye...and hear it in her voice.
A friend of mine lost one of the little triangle stones in her wedding ring. To repair it, I used the jewelers saw to cut a triangle from a slice of stabilized turquoise. I used sandpaper to fit it. In order to handle it, I glued the stone on a wooden stick. When the stone fit snug inside the channel, I glued the stone in. In a few hours, I will cut off the stick, then grind the end of the stick flush with the stone. This is the first repair like this that I have ever attempted, and the solution came to me through dreaming about it. I will post the results as soon as I am sure the stone is secure.
It seems that my painting is calling for some basic garden tools. Yesterday, I was provided with a rake, in order to rake leaves into my vanishing garden. The weather was poor, so I used the rake as a prop for my painting Green House On Eddy Street. I am not sold on that title, but for now that is what I have named the painting. I met the wonderful people who own the house. I purposefully introduced myself, because I didn't want them catching me gazing at their house...taking pictures of their house, and possibly getting the wrong idea about my intentions. I was delighted to meet them and learn more about the house...the tree, and I gave them the original sketch.
One of my favorite houses on my street is the subject for one of my acrylic paintings. I call it Green House On Eddy Street. I sketched the house last year before the great tree in the front was cut down. I grieved for that tree. I met the wonderful folks that own the house, and was delighted to meet their cat.
Syd's World is coming along nicely. I don't like to waste paint, so I work on two or three paintings at once. I should mention that I am also harvesting the last of my garden, and making a big pot of Chili...I won't be a starving artist today!
EIEIO is presently at The Beck Center for the Arts 17801 Detroit Ave. Lakewood, OH 44107. This painting is for sale. Syd got very ill this summer, and I neglected my blog, and my online life. In September I was featured in Higher Ground a statewide magazine. I haven't seen the article yet. That is how out of touch I have been. Please go see EIEIO if you are in the Cleveland area. Syd and I are recovering from his illness. Please contact me or The VSA office (art council) on how to purchase this painting.
https://youtu.be/XDphyrGiaJE They have been telling us all along. They have been lying to us all along. We just didn't hear what they were sayin. "Everybody knows that the bowl is leakin"....so much to contemplate in terms of Flat Earth clues. What in the hell are they goin to do when everybody knows? I personally look forward to the day. It has been hidden in plain sight....all along. Sorry it took this long for me to see it. Truly a "men in black" guy if I ever saw one...and I can't help bust listen.
I was not surprised 15 years ago when the twin towers were hit. I had already seen it in the tarot, a mystery that was forbidden to me! For me...forbidding me to look at images such as this, is as absurd as forbidding a blind in one eye artist, to look into a system that actually predicted an outcome. I still feel that way today. Yet, I believe, our very own government, and Israel orchestrated this event to scare the American people. And it worked...just like Pearl Harbor. If you think that Osama Bin Lauden did this action, without our own government standing down...and Israel....well then you are just plain dumb. Thing is, it has always been out in plain sight....but forbidden to look into. Anyway, I marvel, that the people of the United States Of America believe the narrative that was given to us that day....and the narrative that is given to us now...Wonder when the Pokeman will show up in the tarot....which is the Torah....which is Israeli...and it isn't the first time these shitheads have attacked our country.
Check out the USS Liberty https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Liberty_incident, some of those vets are still alive for a little while. Israel has a history of false flag attacks...where they attack and blame another country...so that the dumb ass unsuspecting country goes to war against that targeted country. The soldiers that were on the Liberty that day know for a fact that Israel came back to finish the job that day after unsuccessfully, not sinking the ship. Anyway, it wouldn't be the first time that Israel attacked the USA....911. How long are the American people going to be lured into senseless wars....by "the new pearl harbor". Are we so stupid, that we fall for a false flag every time? What will be the next false flag that will fill out the coffers of the military industrial war chest. I for one...do not support war....since Vietnam....I do recognize the signs. Some of the signs are old....such as the tower cards in the tarot. Let us see if the American people are dumber than the last few generations to give these animals a war....after they have already depleted our money supply. I hope I live to see a new tarot card...a new media. Thankfully though....I did see it for what it was, in spite of the fundamentalist church forbidding me to look into these things. The catholic church sits on lots of hidden knowledge....including porn. They know how to get people geared up for a war. They know how to do a false flag....and they very well know how to forbid us into looking into it....Occult....that which is hidden....pure plain and simple. The church stands to lose their tax exempt status....they wouldn't want us to look into a real history....that just might undermine them. Go ahead...commemorate 911 tomorrow....but do so, understanding that the same media that is lying to you now, was lying to you then. Don't be afraid of lookin up the USS Liberty....or even the two tarot cards that predicted 911. What you should be afraid of is a religion and a government that would try to make you not see what was right in front of our eyes.
Race, or even alien life won't amount to a hill of beans, if we don't start payin attention to nature. Nature is telling us....that capitalism, socialism, communism...any sort of system that you can come up with. All life matters. You can't just kill off the bees. They do not discriminate. They are all about pollination. No matter how many years people study them....we need them.
EIEIO is presently at the Riffe Gallery in Columbus. This painting won two first place awards this year at the VSA 2016 Ohio Exhibition and tour of Ohio. I hope to be able to visit the Riffe Gallery and see how my painting looks in a professional gallery setting. Who knows, it might give me bigger ideas:)
My 1995 Chevy S-10 has been well maintained. I submitted a proposal to The Ohio Arts Council this morning to restore and transform it into an art truck. Keep your fingers crossed for me dear readership. I can't wait to start! Keep coming back to this post, and I will show you my progress...if I get the grant.
How I miss my kiln, and my classes in Columbus Rec centers where I could make and fire my pottery? Let me count the ways...I miss the throwing of pots on the wheel. I miss putting glazes on them after firing them into bisque ware. It was so elemental for me. I used earth, water, fire, and air. How perfect an art. I grieved when we bombed Babylon as we destroyed perhaps the oldest kilns in the world as well as libraries. Sure hope we knew what the hell we were doin??? As an artist, I am deeply offended by useless wars....by ongoing senseless wars....by wars that only line the pockets of the war machine. I sign my pottery with a mark, two C's in crescent intertwined for my signature. I have also crafted signature rings for other potters. Usually the initials of the potter have to be reversed...but not on my mark. Sometimes, that is just how it works out...truly magical.
I don't know what else I can say about ceramics and how hard it is in the first place to get a pot made and put to the first firing...let alone all the stuff in between the second firing....when I think about it, it is a miracle...a sort of birthing....twice to get a piece of pottery to come out like it needs to be. These three are an attempt to making nesting bowls. I don't have a kiln right now. The parallels in how my kiln was destroyed on a personal level....by a landlord, and our country bombing the hell out of the oldest most precious kilns in the world did not escape me. Shame on the USA for destroying the middle east, and shame on my landlord (past) for destroying my kiln...Amen
PS And shame on me for letting it happen....amended amen:)
He didn't choose Etta James, when she was alive to sing to "At Last" which was her trademark song!. He chose someone else
(She goes unnamed in this blog). Stay tuned for the other 9 things I can not forgive him for....even though, he continues to praise his own presidency. ...I do not praise his presidency. You can just bet, I will be hard on him forever more...quote the raven forever more.. I voted for the bastard twice! I fell for his flowery speeches. I am very hard on me, for doing that despicable thing....I assure you. I am regretful about my vote every single day, as I fell for his lies to get into the presidency. He could have had Etta James come to the White House and do "at last: (she was still alive at the time)....but he didn't. She died a few months later. He also didn't close Guantanamo Bay like he promised (It is still not closed, yet he goes there and tries to suck up to Castro). He also didn't free "whistleblowers", while claiming in his inauguration that there would be transparency, or get out of the middle east ( He has only got us further into that battle). He did not punish the bankers that intentionally crashed our economy in 2008.They(the bankster are gonna do it again). How crazy is that? He lied about Obama Care....said we could keep our own doctors....there was no death panels...etc....he lies...with a smile on his face.... I think I witnessed Obama care killing my own Grandmother.and the prices for it has only gone up. I imagine as I talk with my classmates....I will find that Obamacare, killed their loved ones and took their inheritance! He did not punish the bankers that crashed our economy in 2008....turned around and gave all power to insurance agencies in addition to pardoning them. He covered crosses in churches where he spoke...swore his presidential oath on the Koran??? On top of the Bible....denied Christians asylum while granting Muslims entry into our county, while they are being beheaded in these country's....shall I go on? I think I should...and I have lost count. I was goin for 10 things I can not forgive him for....but I am sure I can come up with more, as I have been keeping track. I don't have TV. I don't read a newspaper. But I do witness everyday the mind controlled people around me in addition to the heroin addicts on my street...I am not sure which people are more gullible. They both think the other one has lost their way! Who should I believe? The heroine addict or the mind controlled slave of the corporate media? I must say....I do not know. They are equally baffling to me. Anyway. I regret voting for him (Obama). He lied and I believed his lies....simple as that. I won't believe his lies between now and the End of his term (End Of Days). I pray for the end of his term! My list of grievances that he has imposed on our country could go on further than up the road. I do not suffer from the psychology of previous investment syndrome. I simply believed him, and he lied to get in office.. He talked a very flowery good game...but I was wrong in falling for it.. He simply lied to get into office My heroes....are the Assanges and the Snowdens of the world (Whistlebowers, with a price on their heads) They are the ones who should get the Peace Prize not him....how stupid is it to give a Peace Prize to someone who murders with drones...boots on the ground....whatever. He is unbelievable, from now on. We would be very luck if he would be a lame duck president. I fear this is not the case!. Like I said....I regret the day I voted for this man.....I imagine I can come up with more than just 10 things I hate that he has done. I guess no one is really paying as much attention about what he has done, what he has said, and the destruction he has actually carried out.. I did not drink the Kookaide. Just ask me in person. I will tell you the truth. I don't have a TV and I don't have a smart phone or any devise that tells me what tto think What could I possibly know without these things? He (Obama) has done nothing but erode and tear down our country, and I regret the day I ever cast a vote in his favor.
Syd is the guardian of the rain barrel:) I haven't went as far as I would like on my garden, but at least I have water out there. There is no spigot near my garden spot....except my neighbors hose. I know, they would object if I used their hose to water my garden! I had to fight for garden space on my own rented property last year, so I am walking softly at this point. So far, I have planted winter onions, regular ole onions, radish. I have peppers and tomatoes in containers. I am taking it slow. I composted in this space all winter long.
You would never let them do this to me while I was making you something as kool as the Labyrinth....not if you lived in Granville right? You would never make me starve...right?. It is the only reason why I helped them I was hungry and I knew how to make that thing. Otherwise, they would have gotten someone else to do it right?. I got away from them....they would have killed me, while pretending to help the "poor", as they are doing now.. They wanted my art, but they did not want to pay for it. These shit heads are also the wheels behind the Sparta scam right now. They are gonna trick unsuspecting big hearted people into doing work for them...volunteer....no cost....while they get a free lunch. I know I been there man. Look at my arms in this photo. They didn't care....they just wanted their thing. And I gave it to them....I was hungry. No more free rides, backwards and forwards in time!. PS....I had to move away to get some sustenance....and even live. You might think I look good here because I am thin....but I assure you, I was starving while helping the shitheads of the First Baptist Church of Granville. They fed me OCCASIONALLY. That church is a satanic church...no matter what it's name is right now, I needed no more evidence that there is a pocket of Nazi's in Granville, than to be a volunteer for The Labyrinth Project. They are still there I know where they live. I also know they have a hold of the people tryin to run Sparta right now. Thing is.... Do you suppose these shithead Nazi's would have spared me, only to go onto the next dumb asses that believe them? I think so....because they are parasitic, and they can't make their own art, or make their own food. They have no talent except for manipulation of others, and they have to have them under a legal boot to do that....period. I hope that New guy from New Orleans spits in their food at the very least. and who knows...maybe some rat poison for the worst of them might fall into their omelet:) :). I know the ones who own the reins behind him. The same ones who brought the cocaine in our town to begin with. People in my neighborhood do not know that that guy was set up, Follow that news story. Kilo of cocaine comes into a load of fish....man gets busted....now he cooks for the judges:) and now, they can have gourmet food everyday, the very ones who sent the cocaine in the first place....we just know, we are tired of cars being broken into on our street, so...we only care about prosecution... so we don't differentiate between tar heroine and cocaine, whether it is sanctified by our local municipality or not....we are just tired of being robbed!. I do know this. My neighbors also are suspicious of this corruption! Our government is behind the bringing of it in, and the funding for the prisons for the "felons". You think our judges and cops don't know that? This guy made a mistake. He cut into ort local governments drug deals. That is all. Who knows....maybe he didn't even do that....maybe he was just a better cook than McDonalds! , and cut into the local restaurant economy...Thing is....my neighborhood knows how corrupt the municipal court is. One of these days....the house of cards will come down. A local government set that man up I apologize for how big (overweight) I am now....I damn near it starved when trying to help Granville out with their labyrinth....but you need to realize these shitheads were starving me, and luring me into creating their labyrinth. They didn't care at the time if I was starving or not. They only wanted their little bling bling. And I certainly created lots of bling bling for them! I still have the molds and I still have the receipts....just in case you want to stick up for the pigs that were starving me. I can show you. They should be embarrassed...but, then, they would have to come full circle around and account for their latest scam....The Sparta. Don't fall into their trap. Yes....I am a fat woman now. I had to catch up from their starvation. If you look closely, you will see the very same predators back in the day. Good thing I got the hell away from them. I helped them make this thing! I wish I could could take it back. These same shitheads are pretending to save the Sparta. Don't be tricked....these same shitheads never want to do the work for themselves and they want to take credit for your work later. They are laughing at you. Look at this video....bet you can see some of the very predators that are in your midst now I saw one of them the other night at the Sparta....and then I realized these wonderful people that are trying to make Sparta work....are just like I was....desperate, maybe even hungry.
One of Newark Ohio's great landmark restaurants that I haven't been able to get to because of construction, is La Paloma. It is a great family owned and family friendly place to eat. The next time my buddy's come to town for lunch, I am going to suggest we eat there. It is clear to me that The Sparta will survive the construction, due to its present non profit status. Both restaurants rely on court traffic, court workers. The advantage that the Sparta has is a breakfast menu, and variety. You can't beat La Paloma for Tex Mex food, and I give it a 5 star review. Hopefully, they won't ruin our downtown with chain restaurants and stores. Hopefully, the new renovations will not hike up the prices too far. We had a thriving downtown square. Most of the folks I have talked to are bewildered that the construction is putting some old businesses out of business. It wasn't broken, and didn't need to be fixed. I have been to cities that have a dead downtown, and could use a 4 million dollar facelift. Downtown Newark was not one of those cities.
I can't make this shit up! It really is happening in my county. But, you see, the reason that it is happening in my county is that they are trying to defend their families, while our government is ignoring the Koran. I urge you to read the 9th chapter of the Koran, and then you will know. They are coming here to kill us. They are already here ready to do as such....and some of us, are arming ourselves. Get on board! Hey....you notice, they don't go into non gun free zones. They go into places where there are no guns shooting back. Now, I am not going to go into why they are doing that. If you came into my country and tried to rehabilitate me using military, then I just might be willing to blow myself up. Simple as that. This is Karma. Thank our politicians for this. Be that as it may....they did it, and now....they kicked over a hornets nest....and now, we have to deal with the hornets nest. Not all that hard to figure out. Wake up. They are coming for us...we deserve it, as we caused their countries to be without water, power....we killed their kids, their cousins....and they took exception. Wrong decision on our governments side....just sayin. If you did that sort of thing to my kin, I would come for you with everything I had....I would even blow myself up.
Now....people that didn't have a decision in that, peaceful people, know they don't have any skin in that game. But, they are gonna defend their families....as I am. Luke 22:36 for those of you who don't understand that Jesus did not come here for peace. He said as much. He said he came with a sword to divide families. That certainly is the case....in my case. It was not a message of peace.....so don't be surprised if you don't see more of this conceal and carry message turning up. Jesus was a revolutionary.
I promise you I am comin after you. The ones who killed Bob. You know who you are. You won't see us comin...but we are comin. I know who you are, and I am comin after you. You will not know what hit you...I promise you that. He was my friend, and you killed him. The police couldn't track you but I tracked you. And you know I tracked you. You are not safe from me....until I am dead! You know that, and I am comin after you! You will be exposed!
EIEIO got 1st in drawing and painting at the 20th Annual VSA A Day of Arts For All Show in Westerville Ohio on Saturday. Also, I was surprised to win the Peoples Choice. I am elated of course, and back to work this morning making art. EIEIO begins it's tour of Ohio at The Westerville Community Center 350 n. Cleveland Avenue. I hope you can visit and see my painting. It is a bittersweet theme, but perhaps the most important work I have done so far.
I hate these books. I know I have written about it before, only to have even dear friends tell me how I should feel. Are they ignoring how I do feel? Yes, they are. I am offended by these books as a member of a larger population of handicapped people. I have had genius's tell me what I should think...but it does not change how I feel. No one seems to care how I really feel about the rhetoric about handicapped people....how we are treated.....what we are called now.....what we were called. I am offended.
I am also offended at how the human race is treating my mother earth...Offended....one of them personal, and one of them global. We are no better than how we treat others...even our animals. We have been tapped by God/Goddess to be stewards here (Earth). We should be judged by how we are doin about all that.
I feel like going through every shelf in the library and pull all these dummy books and throw them on the floor (tantrum/protest). I feel like doing that. I do not act on all of my feelings thankfully. The thought police would not only tell me why I shouldn't feel offended....but then turn around and tell me I am not allowed this fantasy,,, that doesn't destroy anything....but just proves a point (public protest)....But no...I'm not only permitted to feel offended....and then let my imagination retaliate. What sort of world do we live in that would deny me both my feelings and my fantasy? Just sayin. If I could make a graphic right now...Imagine this on that same book...instead of what is on there? .
After walking past this painting for several weeks, I could not resist adding just one more thing. What was just a folk art painting...descended into surrealism when I brought Syd's tail off the canvas, into the bigger canvas. I looked up Surrealism on Wikipedia and landed upon this phrase. The aim was to "resolve the previously contradictory conditions of dream and reality". I regret that I can not submit this painting into the upcoming VSA show. It is far too large for the perimeters of acceptance. This is just a modification of what I thought was finished. I couldn't offer prints to interested parties until I made this modification. I hope it is subtle...and I hope they talk about my paintings before, rather than after I die:)
Once upon a time, I worked at the local air base. I was a janitor by day, and an artist/jeweler by night. In reality, I worked 2nd shift, so technically I was artist by day and janitor at night. I had my nights and days mixed up. This was before cell phones with cameras, and debit cards. It was an awful way to live. For instance, I would get my paycheck on Friday about 1 am, and could not cash it unless I used my sleep time to make the 9-5 world. Occasionally, someone else who worked at the air base would want to show me their jewelry. My favorite was a man who worked in a cubical and showed me a silver ball on a chain around his neck. He took it off, snapped the clasps, and it unfolded into the palm of his hand in the form of a cross, with each segment pyramids.
For years, I have searched and asked about this particular piece of jewelry. I have made drawings of it to aid in my description. The other day, I found an almost exact version of the one I saw in 1987. This time, it was made out of gold. It makes sense to me, that after all this work on a piece, it should be made of the finest metal. I was looking in all the wrong places. It is a masonic piece. This was for sale on eBay, and I found it while researching masonic jewelry.
You can find one of the limited edition Labyrinths I made on eBay this week. My username is skymetalsmith, and I will be posting more eBay auctions throughout the day. As always, there is quite a story behind this piece. For a brief period of time, I assisted The First Baptist Church of Granville OH construct a 30 foot diameter canvas replica of the Charte Cathedral Labyrinth. In addition to the construction of the Granville Labyrinth, I made several of these 50 cent size medallions for the Ladies involved with the project. The experience was overwhelmingly confusing to me at the time, and only makes sense today because of the obvious masonic roots of the symbol. I had no access to the internet at the time, but in the years since then have come to understand my trials and tribulations as an encounter with cultists. Thankfully, I got away from them before I could be pulled into any of their traps. I realize that these people were deluded and do not seem to know that the secret of their religion results in the worship of Lucifer whom they believe is the one true god. They were and are elitists who promote The New World Order. They are dangerous in that their purpose is to bring about a highly reduced population on earth, centralized world government...and of course, they believe they will be permitted to live, while the majority of the rest of the population will be sacrificed. They were pretty "hoity toity" as my kin folk would say. I have never been so happy to be done with a project and the people associated with the project in my life. I have no idea if the 30 foot canvas labyrinth we made sill exists. I do know, the revisionists have done everything to wipe my name off their project, changed the church "cult" name at least once. Supposedly there is a concrete labyrinth at Denison University near Swazey Chapel. I seriously do not know, as I stopped believing a word of our local paper many years ago.
Just try to sing the Canticle (red verses)....this just might be my first introduction to subliminal messages (1970 something or other)....through song. What a gentle song....with a brutal reality delivered behind it. I have yet to run into a musician who can sing the canticle while I sing the main song. Brilliant. Just try to sing the red verses with the song. It will cause dissonance in your brain, as it does mine. Sort of like the Irish being made to dance....so they did it on the bottom part of their body, while holding the upper part of their body stationary. Rebellion through the arts. That's all I am sayin. Just try it. Sing loud and strong along with Simon and Garfunckle. If you didn't get what they were trying to convey way back then, maybe you will get it this time around. Who knows....maybe you will come up with something that says it better.
"Scarborough Fair / Canticle"
Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves.
Washes the grave with silvery tears.
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Tell her to find me an acre of land:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.
Generals order their soldiers to kill.
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Last year, this painting was not finished in time for the VSA 2015 Accessible Expressions Exhibition and Tour of Ohio. Fortunately, it made the cut for this years show. I look forward to attending in March, and I am hoping to connect with friends from Columbus and Facebook friends that day. Most folks agree it is a pretty painting with a dark message. After I completed EIEIO, I realized how influential The Geography Of Nowhere by James Howard Kunstler influenced the thinking behind the painting.