Mortabulous: Cost vs. Value

I have looked into the eyes of men so desperate to have experienced horrors only the rawest human circumstances can produce as they wove tales of morbid grandeur. Inherently, I was aware of their fallacies. For I have known men who have actually experienced these cruel realities, it is always in the eyes that you can tell. There is also a strong hesitation to the retelling and, more importantly, the reliving of that which haunts those who have seen the uglier sides of life. Staring into the eyes of they who can only sing stories about daydream experiences is almost like looking into the eyes of a lying child. I just let them have their day with my ear, as they are men and past the point of doglike correction. It is all very exhausting, the whole "pointing out a lie" thing. So carry on jester, weave your mortabulous tale - just remember this: I refuse to suspend belief in your honor because that pin lands in the "requires energy" territory on the map, and a lie is never worth such things. Cost vs. value.

Green Things

Painting Over Photo Print #2

Telephoto

GPS

Yesterday I bought my first GPS. Today I ignored the audio prompted directions almost the whole way to my new job, only to find out that Magellan can be a bit hostile. Announcing things like "WARNING" as I passed each suggested turn. I'm relieved to have one of these devices because it sure beats printing direction and reading while driving, better yet-reading while maneuvering the mixing bowl. Sadly, I am directionally challenged so this means big things for me. No more "I don't know that area" anxiety or getting lost drama. It just recalculates. I wish life was like a GPS, when things go south just recalculate.

Wish Field

Dandelions and grass...

Shimmery hills and clouds.

I find it pleasant to stare at.

Sky, land, sea.

This one I don't really have an explanation for, I just love the night sky and specials on the Science channel about outer space.  That and if you look at this series as a whole, there is this kinda perfect totem pole.  Sky, land, sea.  Come to think of it, I think that should be the title of the series.

This painting has story.  Once upon a time I painted a similar piece, a bit larger with a different leaves/plants/color scheme/etc. and then it gifted after it was sent to a competition and didn't win any awards.  Then it was lost, along with several other pieces.  I decided that it was time to truly let go of the lost artwork by creating something new with similar themes.  

Choosing to paint coral reef was a terrifying prospect once I investigated my google image options.
Ultimately, I think my interpretation definitely gets the message to the viewer: hey - I'm coral reef.
That ain't shabby, it could've been a disaster.