Art depicting urban decay, post apocalyptic scenarios, etc, whether man made or a result of outside forces or human neglect has always intrigued me. I find making it is also very therapeutic. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed making them. Click on individual picture to enlarge.
Most folks that know me knows that I like to dabble in digital art. Often times Ive been asked to post some of my works, but recently decided – why not? Below are some works of underwater. You’ll notice they all have copyright symbols on them. This is not a vanity thing for me, but rather a lesson I learned long ago courtesy of a nasty little internet troll – if you don’t do this – they’ll claim as their own, if only to cause you inconvenience.
I hope you enjoy looking at these as much as I did making them. I will be sharing more of my artwork, and different themes in the upcoming days and weeks. Click on individual picture to enlarge.
There is no better season than Fall, it’s my favorite time of the year. I guess it comes from growing up in Florida where we really didn’t have a traditional Fall nor did we experience the leaves changing. It wasn’t until we moved “up North” I experienced this, and while I know the leaves turning is really just them dying. . . It’s a beautiful death.
Since I do a lot of digital artwork I thought I would share some of my favorites Ive done of Fall. I hope you enjoy looking at them as much as I enjoyed doing them.
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A few times a year the husband and I like to go on road trips. Some keep us in our state, and others take us through several states. These are usually the ones that are the most memorable, and by “memorable,” I mean something unexpected or just downright bizarre happens – usually to me.
Case in point: Sunday morning, Southern Tennessee and The Waffle House.
As we sat down we noticed a group of folks occupying the booths in front of the entrance to the back of the restaurant and the restrooms. They looked like they had just come from church services. The ladies were in their finest dresses and hats and the men in their suits.
As a kid I can remember my mother making sure that she and I were dressed in our finest as we headed out for church. This was back when people still dressed for church. I didn’t think anyone really did that anymore, and I remember thinking at the time it was good to see this.
We had our meals and while we were wrapping up the breakfast I thought I’d better visit the ladies room before getting back on the road. . . If there is one thing you learn quickly when traveling with my husband is – he doesn’t stop for potty breaks. He’s all about putting miles behind him so you need to go while the goings good.
In order to get to the ladies room, I had to walk through the church folks who were having quite animated conversations across the aisles and between the 4 or 5 booths they were occupying. I felt kind of bad for interrupting them, but when you gotta go …
As I made my way through the aisle saying my “excuse me’s” the church folks stood up and started testifying, praising and raising hands. It wasn’t unusual for me to see this, as I was raised in the south and had been to church a time or two, but the unexpected timing of it all nearly made it unnecessary to continue to the ladies room. . . if you know what I mean.
As we left they were still holding services and it reminded me of something my dad used to say to my mom when she would get on him about not going to church with us on Sundays. He would say, ” you don’t need a special building to talk to the man upstairs, you can do that anywhere and anytime.”
Never was that proven more than that day.
I’m still not sure but I think I may have actually been baptized on that day – right there in The Waffle House.
Most people who know me well knows that my mother and I had a complicated relationship, and that we were estranged for many years prior to her death.
We reunited briefly days prior to her death, and tried as best as we could to mend fences and say things that for far too long had been left unsaid.
There are times I think of these few days and all of the things I forgot to say or didn’t say and I hope that she now knows them now. Then there are days I think of all the things we said were forgiven and the same anger that builds up inside of me all over again so much so that I’m not sure they were in fact forgiven or if I just said that to ease her passing mind. I sometimes really don’t know. Maybe I never will.
There are so many emotions when a parent dies, it leaves you feeling vulnerable, orphaned and devastated, and while I was feeling all of these things, the truth of the matter is, I mourned her long before she died, and when she died, I was left to mourn the imagined relationship we never had and would now never have.
My mother had many demons, but her story is not mine to tell. One day I may decide to tell it, but for now, they belong to me.
Of all the emotions I feel not one single one of them is regret for my choosing to not continue in what was most definitely a toxic relationship, even if I did become the talk of the family, and anyone who would listen to her for having done so. And boy did I !
This is not so say I don’t have a certain level of sadness because I do. It makes me sad (that) because of the things she did she wasn’t able to get to know the wonderful man I married or to see her grandchildren grow up. She didn’t get to see the woman I became, the one she tried so hard to hold back.
She’s been dead now for 12 years, and memories still play as a continuous loop in my head when I allow them.
Sometimes she comes to me in my dreams but most of the times she comes to me in my nightmares . . Maybe she always will.
Ive long since stopped trying to understand how a mother can do the things she did and to her own flesh and blood. I do however struggle with this at times because as human’s we always want explanations, because in this case there is no explanation that would suffice.
Whatever happens, I think I will always experience a certain level struggle.
The struggle to let it go, and the struggle to forgive.
If you’ve been on social media for more than a minute, you’ve probably noticed some bat-shit crazy people live there among those of us that could, in a pinch, pass for relatively “normal people.”
Some of the craziest people on there are those that are currently pushing the conspiracy theory of QAnon or Q for short.
Until recently they have pretty much lived u̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶l̶o̶c̶a̶l̶ ̶b̶r̶i̶d̶g̶e̶ radar existing in the shadows. That is until recently when MSM began giving them and their bizarre theories some sort of twisted validity.
These nut bags have claimed some of the crazies things. Some of the crazier ones seems to be driving the crazy train when it comes to some of the seedier, sicker conspiracy theories around Q such as Pizzagate and child sex trafficking.
All of this brings me to one of their latest – JFK Jr faked his own death and is in fact a big ole Trump lover AND is the leader of QAnon.
To this I say “HA!”
JFK Jr., God rest his soul is not alive nor is he the leader of Q, but I know who is . .
Hold on to your socks babies because I’m about to lay a hunk-a hunk-a burning truth down on you. . .
That’s right. Elvis is not only alive and living well down in The Jungle Room – he is the one and ONLY leader of QAnon, which I guess is no longer “anon,” as I’ve let you in on one of the biggest secrets of our time since Hanger 18, and the Moon landing.
Elvis’ appointment to the leader of the Q was set in motion when then leader, Jim Morrison decided he wanted to retire the position and join past leaders like Amelia Earhart, Houdini, to name a few, on the island of Bermeja.
Elvis was actually sworn in as the new Q in his famous meeting with then President, Richard Nixon in The Oval Office on December 21, 1970.
It was from this moment on that Elvis began his full transition into full power.
Interesting bit of Qtrivia – “MAGA” was originally coined by Elvis, only then it meant “Make (me) A Giant Appetizer.”
Later it would be used by Trump and the meaning changed.
When on July 3, 1971 when it was determined that Elvis was ready to assume full power, Jim simply boarded a plane for retirement.
By the time the news of his unfortunate “death” hit the news he was drinking tropical drinks and trading war stories with those who went before him.
Now the only question remaining is – Who will replace Elvis when he decides to retire?
The world may never know.
Or will we?
In the words of Q formerly know as Elvis, “Thank you. . . Thank you very much.”
The Q has not left the building.
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