My Drawings Of The Blessed Mother, And Talking About Art.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
In my life I have always worked . I began working at the age of five. My first task was to raise six hens because I liked fresh eggs. My chickens were my pets. But when they stopped laying, they all later disappeared. Times were hard so I never blamed mom , or dad if they may have had to do something with them. I think my chickens could have gotten sick. I never saw anything like chicken soup, or any cooked chicken in our spaggatti gravy, so I never found out what happened to my chickens. Whatever mom, and dad did, I am sure they had to do it because times were hard, and maybe they did not want me to know about it. I was upset, but I got over it.
My next task at the age of seven was to raise my own crop of strawberries. I had ten short rows that I did my best to grow. Dad actually did most of the work. The bushes were beautiful. I got mad at my father because he would not leave my berries along. I guess he wanted to make them beautiful for me, his youngest son. I wanted my berries because cute little girls would come , and bend down to pick them. The idea of beautiful chicks slaving over my harvest appealed to my very young warped mind.
When I was not going to school, or college, or working in some job, I was always trying to create things, or build things, or have fun with motorcycles. I had them as a hobby. I think I had seven of them. I loved trying to do dangerous things with motorcycles. I would strip some of them, and race them. Sometimes I would totally demolish bikes by driving them on there back wheels. I loved the feeling I got out of popping wheelies, and racing down streets on just one wheel.. The feeling of having a bike up in the air was exciting, but sometimes I would destroy them. The cops were my friends even at my young age of eighteen. They would ask me to drive my motorcycles as fast as I could in order to accurately set their radar guns in order to catch speeders. So I drove some of my bikes as fast as one hundred and twenty five miles per hour on the interstates.
Motorcycle began to become a real bore when other guys had cars. My girl friend Joann liked cars more than bikes so I stopped footing around with bikes , and traded my bike in for a car. The car was O.K. At least we could hug, and kiss inside of our Dodge dart.
I always worked either in jobs, on a farm, or in our own businesses. When Joann, and I got married, and when Becky was born very disabled, I worked all the time.
When my mother died, and my father died, and when I could no longer work because I became physically disabled, I began to fall back on my art.
I also spent thirty years of my life, off, and on painting with art brushes as a free hand artist. I learned from my own experiences how to paint entire walls with oil paints. I was more like a graphic artist. I lacked in the expertise of blending colors. I never mastered the art of blending images.
I enjoyed painting, but because of color blindness I lacked in an ability to see the differences in many colors. I was partially color blind.
Drawing, and writing became my hobbies. It was my hope to someday be good at both mediums.
Being disabled after my mother died, I sat down to take drawing seriously. I always worked at something.
I think I spent four years at a desk, drawing pictures of the Blessed Mother, or as they say, the Mother of God. I wanted to draw the perfect face of the Mother of God. I kept on drawing.
I have also always admired women, and the beauty of the human female image. I think women are very artistic, which leads me on to say, and admit that I also enjoyed drawing women that wore a lot of short skirts.
I hope that someday I will be able to put one of my drawings on Hub Pages. I think it is one of the most magnificent pieces of art I have ever done. The task involved my desire to express the beauty of a magnificent beautiful work of art entirely in the nude. There is nothing I consider to be explicit in the drawing. I drew the picture on a sheet of white bond paper that was acid free.
The image is of a beautiful woman which involves only the back side of her as she lies in a garden. I will not go into specifics yet. I truly feel in my heart that the drawing is as magnificent as anything done by one of the most serious abstract artists in the world, and I am serious about it. It is the most magnificent drawing I ever created, and I consider it as priceless as one other of my drawings.
The drawing of the beautiful lady was created with only a few short number of lines. The drawing for me exhibits the fantastic power of simple lines.
To be able to create something wonderful with only lines is what the drawing is about. I would like to sell it someday, even though I know that if I could get a fortune for it, I would be giving it away. I think it is priceless, and someday I would like everyone on Hub Pages to see it. I don't think it is vulgar unless a nude female derriere would be considered to be that. But it might not fit in with regulations. I guess I would find out if I ever revealed the drawing.
My other one of my best drawings was created in only a few short minutes. I did the work with charcoal, smearing the lines , and images of it. It is a child in a wheelchair, a little girl. The images on her face depicts all that she feels that hinders her abilities, and of her life. The images around her are of personalities. She is everything that is depicted in and image I have seen in reality. Naturally I probably had our crippled daughter Becky in mind when I drew it.
What would I do with a lot of money ? I think I would buy my family the home it deserves, and I would visit some friends that are very dear to me. In fact if I ever got lucky , and could sell all my art for what it is worth, I would spend the rest of my life just writing, and helping my family, and helping my friends. However I spend my life writing anyway these days.
What is art ? It is nothing more than what is beautiful in your own eyes.
God Bless Everyone.