Been a while, BUT I went to vegas, saw the worlds largest penny-penis, got a septum ring and a hitlerstache on my finger.....OH! And I finished a new painting. YAY ME!
Lazy sunday. I've been experimenting with my acrylics though. Got a couple cool new ones. Not my typical style, but I'm happy with them. :-) The second one is missing something though. Any ideas?
So I'm officially horrible at this whole blogging thing.
Been a hectic week in the navy life for me. Carrier got back, half of them are on post-deployment leave.
BUT I had time to add a new dermal to my collarbone. The other two were lonely.
Been a hectic week in the navy life for me. Carrier got back, half of them are on post-deployment leave.
BUT I had time to add a new dermal to my collarbone. The other two were lonely.
Time is such a funny thing. I'm waiting for the man to return from his haircut so we can get on the road and it feels as thought I've been waiting for over a lifetime. I'll wait for Michaels to open so I can get more paint or canvasses for five minutes and feel as though I've been there for ten. Or he worst, sitting at work, trying your best to look busy for that last ten minutes before we're released for theday. I feel like I wait for years.
But then, when you're reading a really good book or really want to finish that painting you've ben working on for three weeks - there's never enough time.
It's funny how time works.
But then, when you're reading a really good book or really want to finish that painting you've ben working on for three weeks - there's never enough time.
It's funny how time works.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And Sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost
And Sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost
