Artistic Inclination

Painting by Pablo Picasso

Painting by Pablo Picasso

Artistic Inclination


Woke up today with my mind

Brimming over with ideas

Watched a Picasso video

Thanks to Julian

A colleague


A friend really

He shares with us

Historical stories and facts

To keep us coming back

For more


So back to my story

About how I have

Stayed in the background

Until now for such a

Long time


It’s just my artist’s inclination

Lying quietly while my brain

Produces dreams and such

Feeling terrific vibratory joy

A rush


It’s my artistic inclination

Painting in my head

Poetic license

Scripting words for the living

The dead


My artistic inclination

Singing favorite tunes

Visiting musical days past

And yearning for what is

To come


Theresa H Hall

February 9, 2016 @3:33 PM

Copyright © 2016 “Sleeping Kitten – Dancing Dog!” All rights reserved.


Faithful Readers

DSCN3020My eldest sister informed me today that she went all the way back to January of 2009 to read through all of my blog posts.  Silly me.  Here I was thinking she was reading faithfully.  But what is faithfulness anyway?  Does a reader necessarily have to visit your blog everyday?  Must they feel trapped into thinking they are being disloyal should they go their way and not get around to you for a while?  Shouldn’t our readers be free to choose their appointment with our written words?  The answer should be yes.

Just because little sister has decided to share parts of her private life, art, thought patterns, stories or cuisine with the world, doesn’t mean my siblings or friends are to be chained to my web log site.  Or they feel they have to sheepishly look the other way when we ask how they liked the latest post.  They should be comfortable enough to say they have been dealing with their life and will get to the blog when next they have the time.  It doesn’t mean they don’t like what we offer, but it does tell us that just like the most glamorous movie or pop stars, there is a time and place for everything, even us.

Now I know for certain that she is a most faithful reader, even when she didn’t chose to visit, she might have wondered what I was busy doing. But when she did arrive it was with the intent to enjoy a private time with my written words.  The fact that she went all the way back to where she had left off reading made me feel rather good.

I have many faithful readers and I appreciate them all.  Please come and go as you will because what I share here is truly amongst friends I have opened the doors to welcome.

This is a watercolor seascape I am presently working on.  I call it “The Homecoming.”

Painting On My Mind

MagdaleneWithJarShe’s wearing a contemplative expression that reminds me of how I feel inside whenever I am making decisions about how I am going to place paint on a canvass.  The other evening I pulled out my watercolors and lightweight paper to just mess about.  In a matter of minutes I had laid down the backdrop of my next work.  Too bad I didn’t start it with oil on canvass.  Sometimes paint has a mind of its own and you have to go wherever it beckons.  I should have it completed in a few days and I will snap a photo to share.

Like This Photograph

93496_adam-lambert-performs-mad-world-on-american-idol-may-19-2009I am excited for this new talent.  It has been a long time since we have had a male vocalist with this wide range.  Hats off to you Adam Lambert!  

Let me tell you that when I watch a person sing a song numerous times and then wake up hearing their performance in my dreams then you may rest assured they will become a legend in our time.

Ignoring My Cravings

3078259254_ed8ba76e79_oWhenever I prolong the cravings within myself, push the ideas aside or deny my spiritual creative talents a small part of me dies away.  There is an internal floodgate holding these artistic traits in abeyance.  Purportedly I must be saving them up for another time, but nonetheless I feel the denial in my bloodstream and the bars of my self-imposed impervious cell.

I feel like throwing paint … everywhere.  The times I understand the check I keep on my artists heart, I travel through remorse for what I deny the universe. Why I do this is reasoned out by my convincing my mind that to temper the amount of my revealed self is a pure desire to not over-do-it.

This Artwork is entitled “BaaBoo.”  It was a nickname given me by the man I dated before I met my husband.  You know some people get under your skin and they leave fond memories.  He was such a friend and talented clothing designer.  His mother called me Nuisance and to an impressionable young woman, it wasn’t an endearing name, although she claimed it was.  People have a way of remaining with you for a time, while others are always right there in the cavities of your mind.  Easy to call-to-mind and available whenever you miss their presence.  Why do some people travel through your life while others stay in the forefront?

Today must be one of those deep days and I shall allow myself the personal time to walk the deep waters barefoot.  Perhaps my stay here will be shorter than normal.

Original Theresa’s Mouse Art, BaaBoo, Circa 2000 Copywrite

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

Sculpture by:

1990 BERNHAL (It was all I could make out)