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Everything is Art

Everything we see or do is art, whether it is writing, painting, crafting, sculpture, playwrighting 

and how we interpret it.  Our creative group is awesome.  If we made you smile or take a break from your hectic week, we did our job. Some of us do both writing and art because we couldn't just pick a hill.  They compliment each other.

Nature Trail In The Rain

This is a sort of dreamy rendition of a photo I took on a local jogging trail. It winds 3 miles around a golf course. Since everything is a little blurred by the wetness, I captured that with rapid strokes and wet-on-wet blends. During a downpour, I sheltered in a gazebo until deciding it wasn't going to stop. So I took off running toward the parking lot and got good and soaked. No sooner did I arrive than it was suddenly blue skies. Moral: good things come to those who wait.

The Eyes Have It

Ed rose early, taking advantage of this weekend  break from the show's filming schedule. The three-bedroom condo hosted two others: the dwarf Hecabano and the show's diva, Wicca. It was bedroom shoes only on the plush white carpet, a rule even the mercurial hostess followed, though her choice of TV viewing was a little odd.

"A soap," Ed said. "The queen of the Goths is watching a soap. Are you channeling June Cleaver again?"

She didn't turn around from her cross-legged position on the floor. "That was a foray to Nerdsville just to see what it's like being you two."

Hecabano clipped some fast-food coupons. "We fail to see the connection with soaps, Heiress of Hammered."

"It's the eyes. When you get close, you can only look into one at a time. These women look from one to the other like there's going to be a difference."

"Perhaps," the dwarf opined, "they attempt to chase the truth round and round."

Ed eased into a recliner. "Reminds me of a psych class in college. The professor had us pair off--naturally I got a guy--and lock gazes. He finally had to tell us what the heck we were looking for. If you focus on a single point long enough, the eye shifts involuntarily because that spot on the macula gets fatigued. We never saw it, since nobody wanted to hypnotize each other."

"Yes," Hecabano prompted, "but you mentioned this later to a sociology teacher who decided to duplicate the experiment.."

"That she did. This time I got a girl with green eyes who stared me into the ground."

Wicca twisted around. "There's no magic duck, Consuela."

"Okay," Ed began. "A number of problems here. I think you mean magic bullet."

"No--that thing that laid a golden egg."

"In any case," Ed countered, "I'm not Hispanic, nor am I on that side of the gender fence."

Wicca leaned toward the dwarf. "This bloke is touchy, isn't he."

Ed squinted. "You're jumping into Cockney now?"

"Whatever that is," Wicca said. "I'm sampling all I can of this world before you clowns blow it away."

Hecabano sorted his coupons. "We have not yet solved the question of which eye to use."

"I have it!" Wicca jumped up and went nose to nose with Ed. "Look through the other person, so your eyes move apart and line up with their opposites--except for being blurred."

"Or this," Hecabano offered. "Look between them at the bridge of the nose."

Ed eased Wicca off to arm's length. "I suggested that to Miss Green Eyes, but the sociology teacher heard me and said, 'Nope! You have to look at the eyes!' "

"Which one?" Wicca asked.

Ed sighed. "I think this is where we came in."

Purposefully Incorrect English

All these sentences were written intentionally with errors to refresh your mind and see if you catch them.  



1)  That's my dream house I plan to buy it as soon as I win the lottery.




2)  We looked at the house it had three bedrooms upstairs hardwoods and a nice kitchen with French doors that opened up to the backyard.



3) Atlanta is a nice city with a booming celebrity sightings such as  Hugh Jackman and Elton John and Clint Eastwood did a movie twenty minutes from our house.





4) Our rats were relentless at night--chewing--through the kitchen wall behind the sink.




5) When you make an over easy egg there are steps to keep in mind.  You set the burner at medium heat for your iron pan and put a bit of butter or cooking spray on.  Next you get the egg and crack it open and drop it into the pan.  Wait till the bottom gets a bit opaquely white then use a spatula to turn it over.  Gently.  If you break the yoke, flip the egg and let the heat seal it closed.  Fry the egg for three minutes or less.  Then put it on the plate.



Good luck and mostly have fun!

Widow's Cliff, East

This subject has been rendered a number of times, but this is the only one looking from the opposite direction. The turbulent waters reflect the last of blue sky above, while night approaches from the west. 8x10 acrylic on canvatex (just love that stuff).

A One Minute Tiff

Amy's boyfriend Les corralled Jen at the coffee shop, all wigged because Amy dumped him. Could Jen fix it? She whipped out her phone with a sigh.










JEN  zup  What's up with you guys? You know Les is crying in my beer. I got things to do.

AMY  yomi five  [I owe you five? Amy, you said YOU had the tip. Now you want it back?]

JEN  yo k?  Are you okay? Tell me how to get Les outta my hair and you guys back together.

AMY  dono  [You don't know? I need more than that, lady, so let's not be coy.]

JEN  wahapn  Clue me in as to what happened.

AMY  irol sosumi  [Rolling your eyes and daring me to sue you? I'm not letting go of this, Amy.]

JEN  tude dudet  No attitude, dudette. I got all day til you spill.

AMY  k,k! leemelone  [Okay, leave you alone? Not gonna happen.]

JEN  comagin  Come again? Can't believe you said that.

AMY  sawya wit  [You saw me with Les? Lemme explain, it's harmless.]

JEN 4 yr bday  We were shopping for your birthday, homey galomey.

AMY  cul. nvr mnd! he he

Jen put away the phone and reached across the table to gently backhand Les's shoulder. "Okay, Les, you're gold."

"Outrageous!" One minute after asking for help, Les bounded out, headed for relationship bliss.