She

She does not have a word for most of what frightens her. 
She is afraid of the late night city revving it's fuel injected muscles
She is afraid of the load echoing surprises of the great outside unknown
she is afraid of being left on the outside. 
She is afraid to be alone
She can not see so well. 
At night she wants to curl up next to the ones she loves
she is afraid of the ghosts  that haunt her past buildings and of the meetings yet to happen. 
She is afraid of the birds that hop slowly between the tires of the cars of the people grocery shopping
It makes her uncomfortable and is she is afraid to let people get to close

Dreaming of you

We sleep to remember the dreams that inspired our passion for life. 
The lines that draw a map of mountains to conquer and moments on pinnacles to share. 
Together are dreams wrapped each other into our souls that we share as one. 
The peace in reaching a summit of familiarity shared from a moment before we were born.
The beauty of sharing uncertainty certain in the surprises that make each day worth waking for. 

Progression of a moment

I often have a problem recognizing faces and I've almost always been surprised at the face looking back at me in the mirror.  This has been a lifetime pursuit to discover what my face is.  This is my attempt to capture my first impressions when I first see myself in a mirror. 
Every portrait I've done always surprises me in the end.  While drawing yourself is convenient and interesting,  there are few things more narcissistic.  My hope is that in my lack of facial recognition,  there is something universal communicated. 

May 2nd

I'm always interested in the way that things evolve. Hopefully this progression will be seen.  I'm not sure where this art,  my life, or this blog is going to take me,  but I'm interested to see where it goes.