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I am painting my shed. I finished one side today. Have three more to do. I was so sick of looking at old metal that I decided to do something, other then complain, about it. Staying in the solution.
Another beautiful day here. 58° and sunny. Life is good.
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This is my third attempt at water color.
I think I’m getting a little closer to my goal.Â
I ran it through PhotoShop a few times to see what would happen. It was fun:)
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.”
~George Bernard Shaw~
“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.”
~Pablo Picasso~
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
My sister painted me today
She was troubled by the state of our
world in so many ways
She said painting takes it all away
So here I am
Used as a canvas
As a healer of pain…
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What makes a man refuse to see
Why can he look up in the sky and see the clouds and still not see the light
Or smell the grass
Or feel the breeze
Or touch the blue
Of the Skies
Why
Oh
Why…
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Arizona mud resulting in the exhumation of millions of mollusk shells.
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Art is what gets us beyond what is real. It makes reality more real. It also shortens the distance we gotta travel to see how connected we are.
(Laura Pritchett, Sky Bridge: A Nove)
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
My daughter Candice is so thoughtful. She is always buying, or makeing me unique gifts that are usually a treasure of nostalgia.
She gave me this necklace last year while I was in Portland Oregon. It appears to be one made in the 70’s.
She gave it to me for no apparent reason other than, she thought I would love it, and of course like everything she gives me or makes me it’s sincere and precious to me.
I miss Portland and I miss my children. I have two daughters and four grandchildren that reside there, and I’m certainly overdue for a visit.
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Smell it
color it
Feel it
Paint it
Dance through it
Absorb it
Taste it
Follow it
See it
Know it
Love it
Become it
And never stop creating peace love and art…
(L. W.)
Dawnasong
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
We took a road trip this afternoon when we decided to pull off the highway to snap some shots of the lovely desert landscape. While gazing upon the beauty I noticed some broken pieces of glass. My first thought was. “I can’t believe that anyone would break bottles in this beautiful place.”
Then I looked a little closer. I noticed that someone had taken careful time to
build a rock circle placing the broken glass inside the ring of rocks.
All of a sudden my perspective changed persuading me to see a beautiful art exhibit instead of the eyesore of broken glass.
Another lesson on staying positive.
Look for good and you’ll find it.
Look for the bad you’ll find that also.
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[by Dawna D. Bowles
(C) 2014]
My mirror keeps looking at me
I was passing through the hall
I viewed my image quickly
As I passed by
It glared back at me
I shrugged it off as if
I did not see
The sarcastic way it glared at me
As if to suggest…
Curiousity struck a pain inside my chest
My shadowed image I shunned
I felt a-part between
My image and my heart
I walked back down the hall
Slowly this time my head held high
I turned and glared back at the mirror
Who do you think you are
I was shocked to see it was
My image looking back at me
Exposed I fell upon my knees
Debts were screaming out my name
You are the one that
Caused of your pain
Time to explain why
Reflections do not lie…
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Just Paint~
《Ménage à trois.》
[By Dawna Bowles (C) 2012]
If only I could wake up from this endless sleep
I would run to the ocean with only bare feet
Tapping toes on salted shores
In hopes my feet would finally meet yours
If only I could fly in my sleep
I would soar through the sky finding you
We’d be two seagulls you and I
If only my mouth would not be shut
I would sing my song and truly live
Then together we would be
If only only I could wake from this endless night
I would paint brilliant rainbows to brighten up our skies
If my sleep would render my ears to listen
I would hear your heart and realize I was loved beyond reason
If only my eyes would open
My sun would rise
And give me vision
With love revealed it would be my guide
Expelling darkness and all the lies
Surrounded forever by endless colors
Oh my love, just believe
Wake up with me and take my hand
We will dance together barefoot in the sand
Knowing we’re ment to be
Endeavoring freedom
Together we’ll see
True love
Indefinitely
Donna Brown Bowles (C)
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Peace …
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Today is the only day that counts.
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