In one of my old books of poetry, I found some golden autumn leaves pressed carefully into a page. This was the poem on that page. Although the words aren’t quite addressing a little girl, I remember liking the poem when I was a kid. And so, I’m sharing (as formatted in the book):
‘Thinking’ (or) ‘The Man Who Thinks He Can’ by Walter D. Wintle
If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win, but think you can’t
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’ve lost,
For out in the world we find
Success being with a fellow’s will;
It’s all in the state of mind.
If you think you’re outclassed, you are:
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.
View from the Water. Digital watercolor and ink. Sketchbook piece. Figured I’d share the art that I made (for myself―not for sale) in August now that September is here. I love water; it soothes a weary soul. Looking forward to cooler weather here in our rather waterless Arizona desert.
If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. ― Loren Eiseley
Imaginary Praise. For a larger version and print, please click the image.
Also: you can find this piece and other artwork on Society6.
There’s only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that’s your own self. ― Aldous Huxley
Each a Color. For a larger version and print, please click the image.
We may all be tiny specks in a vast and wondrous universe, but I believe we’re connected in ways we can’t even begin to imagine. One fantastic symphony where we’re each a note: beautiful music, together.
Amplitude. Created with Corel Painter.
For a larger version and print, please click the image.
I’ve been out of town, stressed, full of emotions, and busy with life. I’m grateful for the chance to sit down and express my inner mind’s chaos with a bit of color.
I know things will work out; they always do with my dear David by my side. Family, also. And friends too: thank you for being here. This is my birthday week, and I find myself more thoughtful than in previous years. Guess that comes with age and change! Cheers to the rest of the year ahead, for all of us.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
— Kahlil Gibran
Dreams of Color. Created with Procreate for iPad and Corel Painter.
When I can’t sleep, I doodle on the iPad. And doodling, when you’re having a sleepless night, turns into a dreamlike activity.
After some rest, I brought the doodle onto the big screen and expanded upon it: creating this artwork. I guess if you have a box of crayons (digital or otherwise), insomnia can be as colorful as a dream.
Artists are just children who refuse to put down their crayons. — Al Hirschfeld
I’ve been away from blogging for a little while, as we’ve been busy with the integration of a new adult cat to our household. Glad to say it’s gone smoothly!
I’d show you a picture of her, but she was very badly matted when we found her and now she’s got quite a ridiculous haircut. Punk lion-kitty. With the online world always hungry for silly cat photos, I figure it’s better for her dignity to allow the fur some time to grow back before we post snapshots.
She’s sweet lady calico and we’re glad to have her in our family.
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul. — Jean Cocteau