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Does My Memory Serve Me?

Is it the memory that serves me Or is it the other way ‘round…? For the greater part of those shades That falter in and out of reflective moments Seem more fantasy than actual reality. And I often ask myself Who’s recollective thoughts are these? Additionally, Many question the validity of circumstances Conjured up yester-tales from my mind’s storage facility which I must confess is rarely tended to, dusted off or wandered through. Because, To tell you the truth, It is a great effort for me To muster up the energies Required for walking in the present… Not that I have anything against yon Past, But as I’ve stated, It seems more fiction in the re-telling than a factual account of   history. And there it is; Perhaps it may be true of any recounting, That what is imprinted   On one’s neural tissues   Is merely our translation of a moment Drawn by memory’s hand To fit percepti
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The Journal - Day 1

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Reflections on a Christmas message

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Reflections on a Christmas message... Yesterday’s question from the pastor was why are we so often “unprepared” for this day, this season which we know comes at the same time, the same day each year; it does not change with celestial signs or seasons. We marvel at how quickly it comes upon us on the same day, in the same month, with the same season and without fail. Despite all we do, it inevitably comes. Some of us rush headlong chasing the days as if we might somehow lose sight or be left behind if we do not keep up. Others try to hide in the months, weeks, days preceding pretending that we can somehow eke out another hour to hold its coming at bay. And some simply create ways to ignore it all together or push it aside chasing other pursuits. Yet, it still comes regardless of the means by which we approach it, this celebration of new life, of hope, of grace and joy. Christmas happens despite all our racing forward, denials, or ignoring. It is a day set aside to remember and rej
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Gone Nautical

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Don't know what's got into me, but it seems I've gone nautical. Appropriate subject for water mediums, I guess.  This small yupo work was part of a "Float Your Boat" (Tracy Budd - Teacher) class attempt. There's a mate I hope to finish before too long. I don't know if I like making the papers that lie underneath or playing with simple shapes to create an abstract out of something real. Still working on this one.  Got more "baking" in the studio.
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A Summer Update

Took 3 works to Bath County this past month for the annual juried show. While the mixed media works did not catch the judges eye, they did catch the fancy of two persons who bought Diatomic Uprising and Nevermore - YEAH! All in all it was an absolutely beautiful time for the artshow and for visiting Bath County. We stayed at the lovely Monterey Inn just up the road and wandered through the pastoral backroads enjoying the cool temperatures, soaking in the hot springs - baths and picnicing along the roadside. We will definitely be back in this area again.
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Art

Art A play of Unfolding dreams Momentarily suspended In imagination Art Recognition of existence Temporal yet infinite Spirit Yearning for immortality Art Reflected discovery Of self and culture Mirrors on Our own creation Art A path To the question An answer Drawn somewhere Art Music sung On pulsing canvases Scrolled language In dancing colors Art Sanity Clothed in madness Fashionably Dressed for the party Art At play In the mind Laughing at the thought Of being understood Art One step Toward understanding Looking back At emptiness Art Call it what you will Subject to your Desire Yours to define TJ Miller 2013
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The Unabridge Naked Truth About Grandma

Inspired by the work of a fellow artist during a class taught by Tracy Budd at the Studio School in Roanoke, VA. The Completely Unabridged, Naked Truth About Grandma This is the totally unabridged An’ naked truth ‘bout Grandma… I know ‘cause she’s mine An’ I’m hers… So she tells me all the time, Like, while she’s pinnin’ her privatey thangs Onto the saggedy wire That cuts ‘cross the space Twixt the two Tenement buildin’s Down on Lower South Side. It’s real near the river. Near the river is where Grandma used to work . The man Momma’s seein’ now Says, “She used to work IT Reeeal good.” An’ I believes him ‘cause Grandma always says, “Give it yer best, or don’ give it at all.” She gived me a pair of old shoes, That momma says I can’t wear outside; “They’s jest fer dress-up, IN the house.” It’s OK, I can’t walk in ‘em, Jest yet But I’m practicin’. I seen anuther pair sorta like ‘em, Only with spikety he
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