The sketchbook has been only source of refuge of late. Here are a few faces that have come to inhabit there.
Showing posts with label watercolor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label watercolor. Show all posts
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Say Good Bye to Past Laments
The end of the year is the time to forgive and let go of all the perceived mistakes, misspoken words, wrong actions, right actions not taken, and any other self inflicted hurts. Also, forgiving and letting go of the hurts caused by others is appropriate. This forgiveness cleans the path for a fresh start unencumbered by the weight of past wrongs. If major problems exist then take the actions to heal these. If no actions can be taken, then just let go, cry if needed, and forgive. Then be quiet, listen, feel and be see the beauty that always is.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
A Moment in Time
A passage of time, a sweet few moments of golden hour light filtered through the sun shades. Then 3;59 AM awake with the fear that it will all be gone. And it is as time moves on.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Sunday Painter, Messy Studio
Labels:
c. 2014 Bill Jaynes,
Sketckbook,
watercolor
Long Beach, California, USA
Long Beach Long Beach
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Sweet Light of Morning
March left with a roar of wind and rain both metaphorical and physical. The new month brought a new morning of sweet color and light dancing on the clouds. I reading this as a blessing of new beginnings and the promises of spring.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Field of Dreams
Dreams stuck in a field of mud with no energy to pull them out. Doors close and no new ones in sight. Looking back obscures the one front and center. March madness and its leprechauns play tricks of confusion. Enjoy the cosmic moon as it glows while taking out the trash at night. .
Monday, December 2, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
Faces in the Day
Gray mid November Monday. The Holidays and the end of the year arising fast. Wanting to sit in the slowness of the present moment.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
The Cape
At the urging of his daughter, the middle aged man put on a cape and a crash helmet before going to work. He vowed to keep it on all day. He felt transformed and the world seemed to treat him differently. No large heroic acts where performed, only small politenesses and smiles given and received. These did seem to make a difference. At the end of the day the man went home, took off the cape and helmet, sat down to face his mountain of bills to pay, the low balance alert from the bank, news about the war on terror, and all the small failures life brings. A sadness welled up inside. He thought of the cape and decided to put it back on.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Forward
Repairs are being made, new repairs needed are found
The crickets play summer
Future fear and tension now
Monday, January 28, 2013
Wings
We have wings to fly, yet they get weighted down by the anxiousness of life. It seems any time I forget to worry I see the most amazing things like sun reflecting off a tree or a child's hand in it's Moms' or the moon slowly drifting out of a cloud making a rainbow (moon-bow?) in the cloud. Hum, how does one allow themselves to see all this and still get the tasks of life done?
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Philosophy in Barrel
The Greek philosopher Diogenes lived in a Barrel, well really a jar, and gave us the Cynic philosophy. He would carry a lamp in daylight and cry out, "I'm looking for a honest man." His response to Plato giving Socrates' definition that men are featherless bipeds was give Plato a plucked chicken and say, "Behold! I've brought you a man."
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Upside down
Sometimes the winds of change blow and you find yourself upside down. Rest a moment then go right side up.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Shy
Somehow
shy is often thought to be something to be fixed. True shy can get in the
way of doing the things you want to do, but shy is undervalued for the shy
person is often the most observant, thoughtful, insightful person.
Trouble is that the celebrated Big, bold, loud, rarely stops to notice.
If big and bold sees it’s only to tell shy to "not be shy"
which of course only makes shy retreat. In the quiet are where the
solutions are found and the course can be corrected to a true setting. So, be kind to the shy and
listen for if allowed to speak they will tell you amazing things.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
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