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Monthly Archives: August 2017
When the art show is over, where does the art go???? Now I have twelve portraits at home and they don’t look quite as bright as they did when we were first hanging them. I don’t feel quite so bright … Continue reading
I’ve been finding a lot of comfort in my bed lately. Infact, I pretty much avoid being alone in my living room these days…The living room is where my writing and drawing tools dwell and I’m afraid to be alone … Continue reading
Drifting in a boat without oars…searching for someplace to place my feet. The small dry space around me is complacent but the vastness of the ocean yearns for more… So I dive in.
When I was 17 I dated someone who identified himself as a skin head. At the time I had no idea what that meant. I met him at a ralley to support the troops. I believe that is what it … Continue reading
I attended the vigil today…but I worry. I worry about the honesty of our modern world. The words spoken were kind, and just, and kind of informative. For anyone who has been closely following everything that has been happening…it could … Continue reading
She’s done. She’s done and I’m terrified of delivering her tomorrow. No one is coming with me besides my kids. No one to support me as I carry this over sized portrait of a woman who we believe had strong … Continue reading