It’s a form of prayer – a love story of sorts – great soulful singing by Eugene Taylor. Take a pause and listen.
When it comes to leadership, this sums it up for me.
We recently celebrated Independence Day. Many good people died protecting our freedom. How do you exercise your freedom? Here’s my latest illustration – exercising my freedom to rub some of you “collectors” the wrong way.
Here’s my latest beach doodle. There’s nothing like scratching out an image on the world’s largest etch-a-sketch. This one is at OceanIsle beach. “Peace be with you.”
I visited Artsplosure today and met some amazing artists. Among them was Luis Enrique Gutierrez, a master of contemporary ceramic sculpture. I was blown away at the level of detail and rich color themes of his work, absolutely stunning. He learned his art from his father Helio Gutierrez. Check out some of his work at https://nicaceramicart.com/collections/luis-enrique-gutierrez.
I also learned about NICA Ceramic Art which was born out of the Peace Corps experience of founder Paul H. Devoti in the indigenous pottery pueblo of San Juan de Oriente, Nicaragua. It’s an incredible hotbed of amazing gallery quality ceramic art. NICA’s mission is to provide exposure for the ceramic artwork of the master artisans of the pueblo as well as the Nicoyan Indian heritage behind their craft. Check out some of the other great artisans at https://nicaceramicart.com/pages/aaa.
Some people love to get attention
Talking loud without hesitation
The world revolves around just them
Sometimes you have to count to ten
But wouldn’t we all get a kick
To see the anvil fairy bearing gift
A fifty pounder give or take
To grant our friend a little break
A fractured skull might be too much
A slight concussion would be the touch
And when again his phone does ring
Another gift does fairy bring
I saw a birdie the other day
It was misbehaving – had something to say
An angry bird I think it was
I wish its owner had taken the bus
With tongue flapping and eyes glaring
The birdie was badly misbehaving
Its song was directly aimed at me
Oh, how I wish it’d hit a tree