Tomorrow is Another Day

I love Angels. I have collected many statues and such because I believe in them.

Never seen one, but I have in some moments of my life felt their presense. This was made with a Bryce 5 program I have. 

My sister lives in Mississippi, down by the gulf. I have only seen her 3 times in our adult hood. It takes 16 to 21 hours to drive. Takes a full 24 hours on a train, then to get a ride from someone in her family (if a car is running) My sister is very poor, however she is rich in the adoptive family  she has. My mother took her away when she was 9 and I was 19. My mother has been in Louisiana Correctional Institute for Women since 1982 .Murder 2, mandatory life and she sure as hell deserves it. My mother left me when I was 8, left with Vicky's father. One of many who did not work out.

I love my sister, she is the only family I have and this is a painting of everything, I collected during my last trip to Mississippi,  just one year after the hurricane , Katrina, blew the gulf away. I miss my Vicky Anne Necaise.

To Be or Not To Be

Can one learn to paint well with little or no training? When does appreciation and passion take over when skills are mediocre.  These are questions I ask myself all the time.  I really struggle with painting, what I want to paint and end up painting are very different. Time will tell. Can a novice cross that bridge into greatness? I am not sure, but I keep plugging away.

Fall

It will soon be fall here in Wisconsin. 

I love the feel and smell of leaves crushing beneath my feet.

Best time of year here. 

Some hate fall, thinking it is about death, coming of the cold. 

I think of it as rebirth, one has to let go before something new will come your way.