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*GOIN'S ON*: Remember me!

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...I, as an artist, see it everywhere,In the porosity of old wood,the wrinkles of an old woman,the immaculate skin of a new born,the geometric perfection of a spiders web.The examples of beauty in this worldare endless.Bur open to interpretationand I, for one, find perfectionin imperfection.As Jesus found good in allthe imperfect disciples he chose,I find

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http://Smitty01.imagekind.com/

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I will be posting new offerings of ACEO's on eBay periodically. Please feel free to view them. And thank you.

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Am I lonesome or am I lonely,and whatis the difference?Look it up and you will see,as did I,there is none...One's as badas the otherand neitheris good.the synonymfor lonesomeis lonelyand vice-versa.So semanticallyboth are rightbut bothare dead wrong.

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Forever is....foreverand ever and ...everand whenever we're together,never EVER say "never".

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Age is a great mischief maker.Not only does it play havoc with our minds and bodies,but with our perceptions too.What matter the age of a soul who compliments yours in every way.Whose very existence is meaningful to you.And why does gender have any bearing on age.Woman can be younger but man can't?Age is not logical.The age of two people has nothing to do withwhat they cherish in each other.But,

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Where are you?Right there in front of me?Or somewhere elseThat I cannot see.I speak, you respondWe hold conversation.Is there in your eyea fog, a hazea shadow of far awaywhile mine are a'blazewith longingand adulation.You look at me;your look says yes.yet I wonder ifI am more or lessa substitutefor someone unseenOh, you're there.I can touch and feelthe only you I can haveand that's not realThe

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 For a long time my abodewas on a level plainwhere round and round I strodelooking up and down again.Wondering where I should goand pondering where I'd been.You'd think that I would knowthe difference 'tween good and sin.But down in the valley I wentto grovel in the muck.To all appearences, hell bent,and without any semblance of luckBack to the plain once more,a respite in the plan,with happiness

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 I wondered how Judas felt as he was offered the wine and bread, knowing what he knew. I created this in Iconism, the cup, bread and board are all crosses and Judas is being engulfedin "6"s the symbol of evil.*GOIN'S ON*: ICONISM

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This is"Dismas" the good thief begging that Jesus remember him when He came into His kingdom. I'ts done in some Iconism with his loincloth and the cross made up of crosses.*GOIN'S ON*: ICONISM

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&nbspThis one is of Peter and the water is made of the water sign~, rocks are thorns, loin cloth is crosses, and the NET is made up of tiny fish, apropos of the net's use and the sympol of the early church.*GOIN'S ON*: ICONISM

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Iconism is a term I came up with for a style of drawing I invented. Pen and Ink work is usually done in dots, slashes and crosshatching. I figured, why couldn't those marks on the paper be different? Why couldn't they reflect a meaning to go along with the subject of the drawing? My answer was, "They could!" So I came up with a series of marks that, in themselves, had meaning. In the series

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In a perfect world...almost sounds like an oxymoron,but perfect things would become unfurled,and strife and fear we would not dwell on.A perfect worldwe would meet the right person,and they would love uswithout exclusion.In a perfect worldall loves would be rightand the absence of lovewould be banned to the night.For in daylightis the only timethat love can show it's might,without reason or

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"Vanity, vanity, all is vanity",so said wise old Solomon.And it's plain to me...it affects all and is very common. "Men don't make passesat girls who wear glasses".So announced the school yard bards.Oh they certainly were cards.And the kid that wore the hearing aidwas thought to be the dumbest of alland for this he drearily paidas they shouted to make him feel small.For glasses were something

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This is one of my favorite pictures. It has been sold and is in the loving hands of a person who will treasure it as much as me. But, it has become almost my trademark. This is available on eBay as an ACEO art card.

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A GENTLE AFFAIRSoft...A pitter-patterof loves wee feetwithout clatter.Soft...a skitter-skatterof words so neatthat nitter-natter.Soft...a teeny-tinyfeather's brushsleek and shiny.Soft...a tippy-toeing,a teardrops touch,warm and flowing.Soft...a thumpety-thumping,a beating heart,the life force pumping.Soft...a dripping-droppingwhen lovers partand heart is stopping.Soft...a slippery-slippingof

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Art's in the eye of the beholder (or so I've heard)But everyone hasn't gotten the word.What to one eye has added a beam,To another there is no gleam.For opinions are alimentaryThey're something everyone has.What to one is praise elementaryTo another is so much gas.But remember: artists are fragile.For the most part they work for praise.And no matter if the critic is agile,Down will be down in a

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ACEO's are art cards 2 1/2 x 3 1/2 inches. They can be either originals or prints. Here are a few I have posted on Ebay. And a link to one of them. They seem to be scattered all over since I haven't learned all of the system yet. http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZsmitty01.561

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Who's right,Who's wrong,sings the songof many a wordy sage.When faced with lifeand all it's strifethey're stuckon that archaic page.It matters not who's wrong,who's right,when allis said and done.What matters in the endand this is true, my friend,is who is still standing,and with integrity, has won.

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I sit at my window watching can't do anything else sincetrying to fly from a bike....collarbone and shoulder bladekaput.Recuperating, I sit and watchfrom my cottage windowthe old landlady as she goesto and fro, on her way.Visitors come and shegreets them in the patio,at a table under an umbrella...Never inside, oh no...Never inside.They come and she meets,comes out with packages,and they leave

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The first stirringsyes a touchever so slightbut there, nevertheless.A squirma glimmera momentof conception.Then the waitendless it seemsbut you knowfruition will come.And it doeswith painanguishagony it seems,But come it doeskicking, writhingscreaminginto the worldAnd then.....release,pleasureas I gaze fondly....at my new poem...The offspring of my soul.

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Well, here I am at Sunfest. Below are some of the artwork on display and pictures of the scenery.

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