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ноября 19 PAINTING STUDIO Update and Twilight In The Rain by Stephen Craig Rowe PAINTING STUDIO Update: On Monday at the Veterans Administration Hospital in Danville I took a shot of H1N1 and in the early evening escaped with a fellow Veteran who brought his auto to a Chinese buffet. My first plate was loaded with sushi and following plates with all kinds of delightful Chinese foods. On the way back to the hosipital we stopped at a corner tap for a little libation or a gin or two. It was a welcome relief.
On Tuesday at the VA Medical Center in Indianapolis I had my pre-op appointment. EKG, chest x ray, pneumonia vaccine, blood-lab works and such. Everything checked out OK and was given the go ahead for surgery on December 8th at the hospital in Indianapolis. Have to be in Indy on the 7th and will be in the hospital for 7days to two weeks following the operation. By then I hope to have my cell phone mastered enough to post updates here or on Facebook and Twitter. If not will ask Sassy or one of my sisters to do so.
It has been a cold, wet, grey week and the quality of day light reminds me of an endless twilight. Trees seem to stretch twigs that touch the low hanging clouds, wave and hiss in the winds. A perfect time for me to make some new paintings and get my house in order as I want it spic and span for when I leave and return. With the event being two and a half weeks away am sure to make some posts from now until then. In the mean time,
As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe
ноября 12 PAINTING STUDIO And The Last Leaf Of Fall A Word Painting And Poem By Stephen Craig Rowe Published On Windows Live November 12, 2,009 On my walk today there was a bright clear sun and a chill in the air that was most pleasing. A moment in time, free and alone touching beauty in the change of seasons.
 I was there with the sun upon my face and the cold winds. Hugging trees, rustling brush as my boots lace laughter in personal poetry for those who care and are. Of a love, of a feeling, a knowing and a being so close and so far away that my arms cry to touch you and to be held in clean sheets, quiet streets and an empty sink.
The last leaf
fell
as I
drew upon time,
and
there
I did
not
Fall
For you.
For you are
forever.
As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe
 ноября 10 Talking about PAINTING STUDIO VETERANS DAY November 11, 2,009 by Stephen Craig Rowe
Quote PAINTING STUDIO VETERANS DAY November 11, 2,009 by Stephen Craig Rowe ноября 08 PAINTING STUDIO And The Trans Siberian Orchestra November 7th, 2,009 by Stephen Craig Rowe Al Pitrelli, Myself, and Jane Mangini "Friends well met are friends forever."
As some of you know I attended the Trans Siberian Orchestra concert at the Peoria Civic Center last night. Before the concert I went to Jim's Steakhouse for a gin on ice with a twist of lemon. Before I could order, Paula the bartender said, "They were asking about you." Who was asking about me? I replied, and Paula said that The Trans Siberian Orchestra was in the other night and that they were asking about me. As she served my drink I told her that it would have been nice if I were there. She said it was late when they came in and I took that as an excuse for not calling me. Then the Steakhouse got busy and I jumped in clearing and resetting tables for a bit before making my way to the concert.
At the Will Call window I picked up my back stage pass and found my seat. The arena filled and the show began. I can not put into words the feelings experienced during the production. The music, orchestration, lights, action, and seeing my friends Al Pitrelli and his wife Jane Mangini the stars of the show perform. An amazing experience as the orchestra ran through and redefined traditonal tunes in a unique presentation, then did some awesome pieces from the new album Night Castle a haunting beautiful work in progress.
After the show Al and Jane joined me in the Club Room. We had a very good, warm and close visit. The room was about half filled with other VIP's but Al and Jane spent all their time with me thus making it all a bit more special and touching. As we parted there were hugs and kisses, well wishes and beaming glad smiles as I held back my silent tears. I went back to Jim's Steakhouse and had a couple of drinks with the owner. Oh, yes, just before Al and Jane left to sign autographs and stuff, Al said, " I wish we were going with you." Sweet. They also mentioned that the TSO will be doing a Night Castle tour in the spring. All willing I will see them again soon.
In the mean time,
As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe
ноября 06 PAINTING STUDIO And The Seven Horsemen by Stephen Craig Rowe The seven names are known only to themselves and the Heavenly Father. From the dawn of imagination they served kings, queens, Liberty, the Dragon, magicians, churches and states. Though seldom seen their heroic deeds were often called miracles and they answered to no man. Some good folk thought of them as warrior angels, while those who dwell in darkness thought of them as ghost riders and fear. Though they have been about for as long as forver I only saw them about ten or fifteen years ago.
My painting studio at the time was located in an old coffee warehouse on the river front that had been converted into trendy shops, offices, and the Contemporary Art Center of Peoria occupied the second and third floors. The third floor was reserved as rental space for artists, crafts people and such. I had a private studio at the time and as I recall it was a cold winter night as I painted alone in the building. The old wood floors and bricks would often make cracking sounds as the winds pelted windows. A painting I was working on was not quite what I wanted and took a cloth to wipe the canvas clean. As it was rather late I put the rag aside and decided to call it a night. While putting things to right and cleaning brushes the cloth on the floor caught my eye. I held it to the light and there they were.
 My mind's eye gained sight as I gazed at the image then the image became poetic and very real.
The Seven Horsemen
rode upon a storm
deep in the night
unseen
silent.
Rather like a dream
tossed in
soft sheets,
turning to each other
with a knowing nod,
a sign,
perhaps
or was it
banners waving,
horses tossing tail
in flight of
riders on
the storm and
into the
fires
of
dawn to
be
born again.
 And they rode
the fire,
and
all night
long
touched
dreams,
gave hope,
took nothing,
and
in dawn,
rode into
the
Light
 There but for a moment
was peace.
Then the Seven Horsemen
woke again
in
the reality of
myth
nodded to each other,
for only they
and
the
Heavenly Father
know their
names.
Then as dawn
came to day
a whisp
of
frosty mist
gave frim
ground
for
The Seven Horsemen
to
ride!
 I hope you enjoyed this as much as I have enjoyed the writing and, oh, you know.
As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe
Space is only as deep as one makes it!
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Thank you for visiting The Painting Studio. " Space is only as deep as one makes it! " As ever be well. Stephen Craig Rowe
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