Just to let folks know that there will be more things in my store and portfolio soon, I am waiting on my digital camera to come thru for me. I need better photos than what I am currently using.

I also have some of my pieces in a shop here in Asheville, Spirit Sanctuary, as well. The Universe is coming together for me!! Yeah!

To me art, color if you will, I adore playing with color, the color I put on the canvas is  often the laughter and joy that are not in my life sometimes, I am putting it in thru the color.  Sounds rather morose I know.

The inspiration for my work comes from people like Jerry Falwell and Fred Phelps who are creators of a hate cult, a group of victims who have an cabaletta of hate for the gay community and not a bit shy in expressing it publicly. Being addicted to hate, Fred Phelps tried to setup a monument dedicated to the brutal murder of Matthew Shepard but was denied by the governmental authorities in Casper Wyoming.

The Neo-Nazis and the religious of this country should get along very well together, because they are of the same mind. For most people, making art is an emotional experience and I am no exception. I must have an emotional attachment to my subject mater to create successful and satisfactory result. 

I will my voice to help bring about changes that will ensure the gay community will have those freedoms that are fundamental to all Americans, which includes marriage whether the Christian evangelist like it or not. Marriage is NOT a religious term; rather marriage is a governmental term that provides status - a license! The Christian evangelist agenda is destroying this nation, it is worse than terrorism. Unless you wish to be completely dominated by religion, we need to separate the church from the state. 

POLAR IS COMING SOON

                                                I will be posting a monthly comic strip through my blog and art galley. I hope you will check it out .  it is called POLAR the synopsis is below, thanks.

                                             SYNOPSIS

POLAR follows a young man named Jeann ( pronounced yann) Frost stationed alone at a government outpost at the north pole . He was told little more than that he was going and to keep his eyes open. No one told him what to look for , no one told him why. The first few months will show little more than monotony to him , but its all about to change. why, you ask? you're just gonna have to read it .

each strip when released will be available under my art gallery and as a blog.

I have not yet figured out how to post an image directly to a blog ,but I was able to hyperlink the ad and information about the strip to this page.

http://www.number1artist.com/admin/ShowPortfolio.asp?OID=4&p=octocom&PageType=PortfolioPageS0=4

To view the ad click the link above and select the first image in  the  thumbnails listed under my art.

For additional information, please email me at icemanx205@yahoo.com 

I am a very politcal person , I try to

write about things I think are important. one such topic is the war in Iraq , more specifically, the public response to the war .

I wrote a song about it:

so many fingers

all pointing at you

they tell you it's not right

this job that you do

they shoot you down at home

but what do they know

got no will to get shot

then you shouldnt throw stones

(chorus)

it's a 2 front war

one side words

one side gore

sometimes it seems like no one's on your side

living in the high and dry

it's a 2 front war here's some blood

here's some more

sometimes it seems like no one's on your side

living in the high and dry

so many people

all screaming at you

in words you don't understand

'cause they've no refuge

you are heroes abused

mainly by those who use

(chorus)

it's a 2 front war

one side words

one side gore

sometimes it seems like no one's on your side

living in the high and dry

it's a 2 front war here's some blood

here's some more

sometimes it seems like no one's on your side

living in the high and dry

 "Tissues"

 Laminated collage

(2006) HMBT

 Availabe for sale 8.5" x 11"

 ***
by Cheryl Denise, from I Saw God Dancing. © Dream Seeker Books, 2005.
 

They'll
take your soul
and put it in a suit,
fit you in boxes
under labels,
make you look like the Joneses.


They'll tell you go a little blonder,
suggest sky-blue
tinted contact lenses,
conceal that birthmark
under your chin.


They'll urge you to have babies
get fulfilled.
They'll say marriage is easy,
flowers from Thornhills
are all you need
to keep it together.


They'll push you to go ahead,
borrow a few more grand,
build a dream house.
Your boys need Nikes,
your girls cheerleading,
and all you need is your job
9 to 5 in the same place.


They'll order you never to cry
in Southern States,
and never, ever dance
in the rain.


They'll repeat all the things
your preschool teacher said
in that squeaky too tight voice.


And when you slowly
let them go,
crack your suit,
ooze your soul
in the sun,
when you run through
the woods with your dog,
read poems to swaying cornfields,
pray in tall red oaks,
they'll whisper
and pretend you're crazy.
***
Fear is not what you think it is. Fear is not who you are underneath your facade. Fear is not the real you that you must somehow fix or improve or overcome. Fear is a very useful signal along the path to freedom. The stronger the fear, the closer you are to what you are seeking. If you want to stay "safe (i.e. stuck where you are), fear tells you to stop what you are doing, But if you want to be free, fear lets you know you are on the right track, it is a signal to push ahead in the same direction, to pick up the pace.
~ Cheri Huber, "The Fear Book"
***
To be human is to be vulnerable - this I must accept. My invincibility lies in my ability to not let the emotional and physical setbacks in life conquer me. I may be vulnerable to the experiences, but I'm invincible in my resolve. I'm unconquerable.
Obi

***

I been silent so long now it's gonna roar out of me like flood waters and you think the guy telling this is ranting and raving my God; you think this is too horrible to have really happened, this is too awful to be the truth! But please. It's still hard for me to have a clear mind thinking on it. But it's the truth even if it didn't happen.
~Ken Kesey (1935 - )
Source: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Page: 13

***

Ok, so yesterday I had to stop painting and working and fretting.
I needed some quiet time, inside myself.
This whole project is hard both internally and externally.
I even entertained the thought of giving up...for about 5 seconds. I never give up, it's always an option, but never a path I choose. I don't know how to quit.
I was thinking this morning when I woke up that I just need some silence right now...not complete outer world silence but some internal silence. That's a tough one for me personally, because I have a hard time stopping. I have a hard time getting quiet, on the inside. I have a very loud inner world...its a damn brass band marching around inside my head.
Wondering what it is all about this morning I thought I would study up on what it means to be internally silent. These quotes are what rang true for me today.
Working is never a chore for me, I grew up working and with people who valued working...working = freedom.
It's not the working, it's the time in between. The silence between the notes.
Sometimes I feel like my passions are eating me alive. I can't stop thinking, talking, and dreaming art. The studio calls to me and says, "hey you are not done yet! Get your Lilly white back in here!"
Until I master what I am after, I feel like I can never rest. I have not been sleeping well because of the internal art classes that reign over my dream state. I wake up and my hands are tired from holding a paint brush clutched in my grimy fist all night. At least in my dreams I am taking lessons from some really great teachers. I understand that I am harder on myself that the world can ever be, it's about self preservation. I grew up with very critical people who had tons of time to criticise but little love to give. So, I learned early on that if I am hard on myself it would probably save me a beating later on down the road. I became my own master, and slave. I am not blaming anyone for the crazy-ness that I live with internally...not at all. I am just trying to make sense of why I feel the need to push myself so hard and then not talk nicely to myself for working hard. I find that I still tend to call up what is wrong, or what I could do better, instead of talking up the hard work, the willingness to push and learn what is needed.
This "emotional trigger" is bigger than I thought. Of course.
In the past few years I have brought myself to a place where I live with confidence. Working through this is much harder than I thought, because I realize I have been avoiding it for about 25 years now.
I used to just state..."I don't do landscapes."
That my friends, is avoidance and ego.
I don't do landscapes because I have a huge internal scar about painting and art making in general. I am conquering it, I have been conquering it for years.
I know how to fight.
I am tired though, weary from the road. Triggers have a way of insisting that you deal with them, they just don't freaking die or go away.
Today I will work to silence the screaming, teeming masses inside my brain pan and just relax. If I paint, it'll be something I want to do, something that liberates. I often wonder if I'll ever get to the end of the road where I have mastered and slayed all the dragons. Maybe that's not my path, maybe I was born to slay dragons, or maybe this is the last dragon. Who freaking knows?
Well, I had better get on with my day...and see what happens. I am entering the soul castle now...if I'm not back in ten minutes...leave me alone. :) Just kiddding. ;)
I hope you are all well, Heather
http://www.badkittyartstudio.com/

PLEASE CHECK FOR TRUTH

THE ROLES OF ART AND LIFE IN THE POST MODERN WORLD

IT WOULD SEEM THAT AT TIMES ART IMITATES LIFE,

AND OTHER TIMES LIFE IMITATES ART.

THEY WOULD SEEM TO BE THE REAL AND THE PRESENT AS WELL AS

THE SOMETIMES RIPPLED REFLECTION OF THE OTHER OR CONVERSELY

THE UNREAL BUT ASPIRED TOO AND SOMTIMES EVEN

ATTAINED BY MANIFISTATIONS OFBOTH IMAGINATION AND HOPE

AND EVEN I DARE SAY AQUASIONALLY DREAD OR SELF

FULFILLING FEARS. WHICH LEADS TO WHICH WE MAY DEBATE

ENDLESSLY. THE UNDENIABLE TRUTH WOULD SEEM TO BE THAT IF EITHER

ART STRAYS TOO FAR FROM REALITY OR IF LIFE HAS NO ARTISTRY TO GLORIFY ITS EXISTANCE IN THE PRESENT.....BOTH ART AND LIFE SUFFER FROM

THIS UNATURAL DISJUNCTION OF HUMANITY FROM THE HUMANITIES

PLEASE BEE NICE OUT THERE

ARTISTKVIP

I've always liked the idea of blogging.  It has a sort of flair to it.  people reading what you have to say as if it were actually important and then leaving their own comments about it makes one feel... well, important.  It's at times like this that I wish I were better at putting into words what I'm thinking.  There are about a thousand things I would write down and share with people if I could figure out how to translate my thoughts.

Naturally, I'm a horrible blogger.  Yet here I am blogging.

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Incidentally, I love Dragonforce... yep.