This work

This work has been around for a while.

I did it while working at my old job as portrait photographer.  I had a little down time between customers so I did something creative.

sunflower-sm2010It is all in color pencils.  The story behind it is I just wanted to create a sunflower.  I was looking in a magazine and there it was so I did it my way.

I have  it posted on my page at loretta-nash.fineartamerica.com for the past 3 years. 

It is now  able to have gilcees printed.   The starting price for the gilcee on canvas is $47 (rounded up) and the quality great.  Check it out and get yours and any other  gilcees of my works available.

A writing project

Good Morning yall!

Welcome to my new project, well at least one of many projects that I have inside my head.

If you have been reading my blogs (yes blogs, some with the same stuff)….sorry I got sidetrack looking at my email….Thank you.

Any way, this is what my life consists of:

  • frustrations over finances/success
  • boredom
  • being creative and not showing it in public
  • and just about any human experience that is given to someone who is quite

I really need to stop being so quite and be more like my 4 year old.  She says high to everyone and man what energy.  ( When I was working and on my days off I would wave to everyone when I was shopping, she did pick up that habit and it really annoyed whom ever I was shopping with.)

I do have moments that I’m less quite and they are important to me.

How did I become so quite?  Well, that is a complicated process.  My dad is always quite.  I believe some are scars from the Vietnam war and some is because he was the youngest of 8.  So it just the way I was raised.

We would hardly go to any function that would be over 20 (this is something funny since there were 4 kids at home.)  Also being raised on a farm in the middle of nowhere didn’t help out any either.

The farm like was just that farm life.  Huge open fields of beans, wheat, peanuts, and cotton.  I really like the peanuts especially when they burnt the land…fresh roasted peanuts in the ground. 

For years there we raised rabbits, chickens, quail, turkeys, gunnies,and ducks.  We had peach, plum, and pear trees.  I sometime miss it but it was a lonely life.  Our closes neighbor was about a mile’s walk away.  It did not bother my parents because that was how they were raised in Mississippi.

Mom had only electricity to her house and Dad didn’t have that.  No indoor pluming.  I still remember when my uncle got his indoor bathroom in the 1980s.

I guess spilling my life here is really not that interesting.  I mainly writing to view were my life have come from.

I need to remember some of the stories my grandma told about the depression, living in the back woods of Mississippi.  May be I’ll ask my mom and look again at grandma’s writings.

Okay, that is enough for right now…I guess this would make a good book, but again fear (my quietness) says no.

This will be continued later.  Until then Peace.

A writing project

Good Morning yall!

Welcome to my new project, well at least one of many projects that I have inside my head.

If you have been reading my blogs (yes blogs, some with the same stuff)….sorry I got sidetrack looking at my email….Thank you.

Any way, this is what my life consists of:

  • frustrations over finances/success
  • boredom
  • being creative and not showing it in public
  • and just about any human experience that is given to someone who is quite

I really need to stop being so quite and be more like my 4 year old.  She says high to everyone and man what energy.  ( When I was working and on my days off I would wave to everyone when I was shopping, she did pick up that habit and it really annoyed whom ever I was shopping with.)

I do have moments that I’m less quite and they are important to me.

How did I become so quite?  Well, that is a complicated process.  My dad is always quite.  I believe some are scars from the Vietnam war and some is because he was the youngest of 8.  So it just the way I was raised.

We would hardly go to any function that would be over 20 (this is something funny since there were 4 kids at home.)  Also being raised on a farm in the middle of nowhere didn’t help out any either.

The farm like was just that farm life.  Huge open fields of beans, wheat, peanuts, and cotton.  I really like the peanuts especially when they burnt the land…fresh roasted peanuts in the ground. 

For years there we raised rabbits, chickens, quail, turkeys, gunnies,and ducks.  We had peach, plum, and pear trees.  I sometime miss it but it was a lonely life.  Our closes neighbor was about a mile’s walk away.  It did not bother my parents because that was how they were raised in Mississippi.

Mom had only electricity to her house and Dad didn’t have that.  No indoor pluming.  I still remember when my uncle got his indoor bathroom in the 1980s.

I guess spilling my life here is really not that interesting.  I mainly writing to view were my life have come from.

I need to remember some of the stories my grandma told about the depression, living in the back woods of Mississippi.  May be I’ll ask my mom and look again at grandma’s writings.

Okay, that is enough for right now…I guess this would make a good book, but again fear (my quietness) says no.

This will be continued later.  Until then Peace.

What is going on…

Okay.  I really need to do something with these blogs that I have.

I have decide to write at least something.

Well, to day I was working on an art project and it was going fine until I messed it up.  I messed it up by placing some washes on it. 

The art work was just what I wanted.  It is just that I did not get it the way I want.

I do have art for sale on redbubble.  It is tees and prints.   I’ll be posting more on there for prints/posters soon.

Peace.

What is going on…

Okay.  I really need to do something with these blogs that I have.

I have decide to write at least something.

Well, to day I was working on an art project and it was going fine until I messed it up.  I messed it up by placing some washes on it. 

The art work was just what I wanted.  It is just that I did not get it the way I want.

I do have art for sale on redbubble.  It is tees and prints.   I’ll be posting more on there for prints/posters soon.

Peace.

What is going on…

Okay.  I really need to do something with these blogs that I have.

I have decide to write at least something.

Well, to day I was working on an art project and it was going fine until I messed it up.  I messed it up by placing some washes on it. 

The art work was just what I wanted.  It is just that I did not get it the way I want.

I do have art for sale on redbubble.  It is tees and prints.   I’ll be posting more on there for prints/posters soon.

Peace.

Another argument

This has been a thorn in my side for the past year. 

YOU NEED A JOB!

Well, duh!  I want to work.  Heck, I’ve worked so much that 20 years of my life was nothing but work.

  1. Fast food worker ~ 4yr
  2. Fast food worker ~ 4yr
  3. Professional Photographer ~8yr
  4. plus all those low paying job in between the long terms

Man, come on. 

I have a degree (which really doesn’t mean a thing) to be a manager/ceo something other than a low paid cashier at Wally word.

I was a low paid cashier/manager/photographer at Wally word and was asked to leave.  I was asked to leave because I was getting misunderstood and I could not use my creativity.

I’ve been crawling into a world that I can be hidden from people. 

Don’t get me wrong I like working with people, especially folks that understand me.  My weird crazy creative self.  It is me.

My child needs to go to school.  Everything that I want to place her in is either too wrong or cost too much.

All this came about because of my mother.  My daughter can go to head start a certain place because she will be a “minority” (mother-in-law.)

And since my phone is out of service she can’t go here because of a miss call.  And she can’t go here because there is a $150 application fee.

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Not only did this upset me, I upset my dad and he left without staying for a visit.

This is getting so bad that I have to think of just finding some job.  This means no more church, no more painting, no more tv, and no more life other than work.  No more caring for the home or child.

It really hurts…I know it is what needs to be done…I’m just fighting it because I don’t want to have my job to be my life.

That was my life and I don’t want to be focus on that……

This is so frustrating

This is so frustrating.  I just had a real sell for a original commissioned piece and my phone service ended.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

It was right up my ally.

I’m sorry 662-267-**** that we could not finish our conversation.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Oh, something like it will come around again

This is so frustrating

This is so frustrating.  I just had a real sell for a original commissioned piece and my phone service ended.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

It was right up my ally.

I’m sorry 662-267-**** that we could not finish our conversation.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Oh, something like it will come around again