Birthdays, Husbands and Long Weekends

Viennoisserie Brioche Cream Rolls, Pain aux Raisins, Domes, originally uploaded by Theresa111.

Here’s something for you to feast your eyes upon, while you listen to me rant.

It’s Friday night, no Saturday morning, in the wee hours. I’m listening to a new CD of a keyboardist named “Benjie” and he works with my husband’s group, from time to time. So far the few cuts I’ve played have been soft jazz. All warm and cozy, with a hint of the city lights and rainy streets.

Yesterday, Friday, was my husbands’ birthday and since he had to work late, we will celebrate with flair over this long weekend. I adore long weekends and getting time to spend with this man of mine. I can tell already that we will be sharing good times. Not having to rush. Exploring the various ways to fill the days.

Strolling, while holding hands and ordering up a red wine to go with our Italian spaghetti dinner, which I will prepare. Home baked, crusty bread, sliced and drenched in garlic butter, then toasted for some color, brownish edges and appealing aromas. I’ll be sure to toss a garden salad for balance and color.

This already feels like the day we will finally paint that accent wall, in the living room. Either that, or I will throw the can against the wall, just to see what sticks. I just know I feel better than I have in weeks and it has released this devil-may-care mood. It is embellishing the mood of my wandering fingers and my grooving heart.

Benjie’s CD is really quite good. I’ll have to phone him to see if he would like to compose a few songs for me. I have decided to work on a CD and post some of the songs on my web log site. I ordered an auto harp and perhaps I will write a few tunes too. With the studio I am sitting in, who knows what I’ll be listening to soon.

When one feels good, life looks all the more pleasant. Hope is renewed and good times can be had by all.

I wish each of you a superb weekend, fun-filled and safe. Do something good for someone and throw in some excitement. Remember it is the time of Scorpio.

Bass Strings and Sunflowers

Sculpture of Man Playing Bass & My Original Painting, originally uploaded by Theresa111.

Art is an interpretation. Be it music, sculpture, painting, baking, quilting, writing and so many of the thousands of examples that surround us everyday.

Everyone is artistic in one way or another, although there are many who do not see themselves as an artist at all. They assume, incorrectly, if they go about their normal day, doing their job in the same mundane way as before, that they are just another person on this planet.

Since April of this year, I have been privileged to meet, view and interact with hundreds of my artistic counterparts. We share a love of expressions, words, photographs, memories, and celebrate a comradeship filled with a poignant joy.

What a thrill when someone sees what we have created and reacts to our post for that day. We touch one another deeply, but without physical connection. This whole interaction, in and of itself, is art.

This goes to prove that we are spiritual beings. Whenever we connect by airwaves and cyberspace we are sharing that of ourselves, which cannot be seen. We are in a place, whereby we can become one.

We have a strong voice when we join together, to ask the world around us to change. To become peaceful. To STOP THE ABUSE. By our combined art, perhaps we will reach those who will listen and change their ways. To treat others the way they would be treated.

(C) 2001 Theresa’s Original Art, All Rights Reserved, Do Not Copy

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1990 BERNHAL (It was all I could make out)

Flower Pot circa 1995 Original Art Acrylic on Canvas

Flower Pot circa 1995 Original Art Acrylic on Canvas Theresa H. Hall,

originally uploaded by Theresa111.

(C) circa 1995 Theresa H. Hall
all rights reserved

Theresa’a Original Art Acrylic on Canvas

DSCN1369, originally uploaded by Theresa111.

This must have been a period when I was watching Jules Verne’s “Journey To The Center of The Earth.” I see too many things whenever I view this painting. Needles to say, art always looks better when you stand away from it.

(c) Theresa H. Hall circa 2002