My Pink Shabby Chic Rose Painting

This is my shabby chic pink rose painting. it is 18 x 24 x 3/4 inches.This is an Abstract oil and acrylic painting. I used palette Knife to paint the flowers. I like the texture with layers of oil. These rose and friends will make room or any environment happy.

Barack Hussein Obama, America's first black president, giving hope in his presence and speech. This is the American I thought I would never see. I thought about the 60's although a child suffering experienced of tear gas for three days. My little eyes burned for a week with this gaseous substance. My mother applied cold clothes to my eyes repeatedly. Our neighborhood was a mixture of people from many different places those who where middle class lived in the larger houses but we all suffered the same fate. Today was the resolve of America that says yes we have. A cry for joy for it is Character and not the color of the skin. I am going to bed now with big joy in my heart. "Only in America"

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Wishing Everyone a Merry Christmas!

My new shabby artistic pieces

My latest painted shabby roses. I painted on office supplies. I thought it would make a nice gift or a stocking stuffer for someone who loves the them.

New Image Power Of The Cross

I imagined this image the fire or power of the cross, the power of Christ to bring salvation to the world by giving his life. I read
1 Corinthians 1:18

Autumn in North Carolina

Looking Out of the Window in North Carolina, I saw all of these beautiful colors. The trees color palette are rich and jeweled. When my children where small they would go outside,jump in the leaf pile I'd just gathered for my compost. At first I'd be a little peeved but I could not help but laugh because those kids where so cute. They would even get the neighborhood kids involved. I soon gave them the job of gathering leave (Oh did the tide turn).
This painting came of those images and is being offered on eBay.

My Son Finding His Way

Yesterday I watched My son sleeping. He is so quiet these days. Sometimes I hear him calling out in his sleep. I woke him up and he looks at my puzzled. He is a Quadriplegic on a vent. I tried to get him to talk to me, friends, or a professional. He just brush it off and says I worry to much. He became a quadriplegic two days before his 13Th birthday. The doctors never found the cause of it. "If I could" is the song that plays in my heart. I try to be upbeat for him but in actuality he is my encouragement.