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PAINTING STUDIOFine Art Oil Paintings By Stephen Craig Rowe
July 08 PAINTING STUDIO JULY SUMMER 2,008 POST Liberty And Dragon Page ThreeIn the stars, in the stars, in the stars. In the light of the moon. In the fire flys in the glow of dew on roses,
Dew on roses, drops of love as red as blooms brought to the land from gods.
Liberty wept and wailed as another car exploded in a market
Filled with women and children.
Death in the dust wailing,
Waiting
Tears
Cry in the pain and
Agony,
So near and far away.
Liberty wept sad
silent tears that fell from the sky to the garden and became dew on the roses. That reflected in the dew
A light of the stars, of the stars of the stars.
Glimmer in each drop of her tears as the world
weeps for it's own
Explosion every day and night the
Madness, the shame, the Cry!
To the Stars, To the Stars, To the Stars, Ad Astra!
Liberty took flight
White wings in the dark
In and out of clouds and
Star dust filled with billions of worlds.
She came here.
This Earth. Your home.
Your dream. Those stars you see are quite real.
The madness is yours to repress.
To fill the dream of peace on earth and Liberty was thinking all of this as she soared the Universe. Then sought refuge in the cave deep within the earth and woke the Dragon.
It took her two soft hands and two wings to lift one of the Dragon's ears, green floppy thing that it was damp with cave and ancient dreams. Then she did not whisper but flew into the sleeping Dragon's head and visited his dreams. Now, can you imagine being Liberty? Yet lone flying into a Dragon's ear and then enter the dreams. Too much for me! I will have to let Liberty take it from here.
She was like an angel draped in cobwebs soaked in tears with snoring sparks, belches and a rumbling gentle growl. She was deep in the Dragon's dreams of days long gone and nearly blown out of his ear as he began to awake! She flew out of his head and gently stroked his smoldering snout while fanning the smoke with her feathers.
" Oh, Liberty," Grumbling deep from Dragon dreams and sleep. He rolled over and said,
"What's up?"
" I was in your dreams, dear Dragon." She said in a voice that could kiss the rain. That sweet and soft. The Dragon shook himself up right and took a red eyed look around. Then shed some steaming tears.
"Dear Liberty I cry because there is more to life than the madness. I don't know why they do not just hold holy the dream." Liberty snuggled up to the Dragon wrapped her wings around him and went off together in dreams. To the stars, to the stars, to the stars, Ad astra!
On a lighter note!
Saturday night was rather slow at work with the holiday and all. Yet I did get to meet Chad Gray and his wife from the band Mudvayne.
http://www.mudvayne.com/ During dinner we talked and had a good time. He knew my friends Al Pitrelli
and Rob Marcello
I am not a big hair band fan or heavy metal freak. I am glad to know these artists on a personal basis. Respect of artist to artist, I don't know but there is a connection that is good. While I was talking with Chad his wife was entering my info into her Iphone the Apple thing that came out a year or so ago. First time I really saw one up close. Way cool! Did I just type "way cool"? Smile!
She showed me the ease of using the device and I was impressed. It was like having a desktop in ones own hands. Did some weeding today and the Black Rose is doing well. May be a late bloomer though the buds and flowers may rise in the fall. Rise in the fall is rather poetic. Mom called today and Dad was sitting up and eating again. God bless you and yours as I leave you with this.
Not done yet!
As ever be well, With love,
Stephen Craig Rowe July 03 Talking about PAINTING STUDIO Eve Of Fourth Of July An American Celebration and Poem Written in Windows Live Space
Quote PAINTING STUOIO Eve Of Fourth Of July An American Celebration and Poem Written in Windows Live Space June 28 Windows Live Spaces Painting Studio Multi Level Race For Culture A Post And Poem By Stephen Craig Rowe And More.Last week a friend of mine posted an article that caused pause in my thoughts. It is about multi culture ism. The blend and being in these times are important to all. Here is the link to the post.
I think that I responded with some thoughts about how important my international contacts are in Windows Live Spaces and other on line accounts to touch the world with my works and words. It is not a simple task or desire. It is. My very best friends are profoundly deaf. Sassy is Hispanic and one of the most creative people I have ever met. Jer, is also deaf and confined to a wheel chair. He is American Indian and Hispanic. They are not deaf or disabled to me because we talk nearly each and every day.
Multi Culture Ism. I am blessed for my international friends in Spaces and in real life.
Last night there were some guests from Brazil, as they were leaving, I said, " Obrigato, boa noite"! One of them almost fell down. From hearing the Maitre d' say thank you and good night in PT. Portugese. It made them smile.
Small things, I think not. Communication. Yes!
Several years ago I worked with a fellow from Jordan. A cook that kept to himself. Made some nice sweet dishes to share but somehow kept himself removed. Ya know. Stranger in a strange land or whatever. I was ever friendly but not close. At appointed times he would go to the store room for his prayers. I was often there for the store room was a place for a smoke or time of peace. I kept quiet as a stone watching this man devoutly pray on the floor feet crossed and hands in head. One time when he rose. I said, " Salaam Alikum Allahakum Salaam, Ishna Allah, Salaam, Salaam." As his wide eyes met mine and before he could speak. I said, " Dude, you have a very bad sense of direction......for the past month you have been praying to the North." I pointed to the East and we laughed!
Thinking of this and other things, many things, many thoughts. I will leave you with this though I do not know the author.
I pray the prayer
The Easterners do
May the peace of Allah
Abide with you
Where ever you stay,
Whever you go,
May the beautiful palms
Of Allah grow.
Through days of labor
and nights of rest.
The love of good Allah
Makes thee blessed.
So I touch my heart
As the Easterners do.
May the Peace of Allah
Abide with you.
may the peace of All abide with all to improve the common good and the betterment. As ever be well. With love, Stephen Craig Rowe
June 23 Talking about Liberty And Dragon Revisited
Quote Liberty And Dragon Revisited June 18 PAINTING STUDIO Poached Salmon And A Peek At My KitchenOn Monday evening I made poached salmon with Brussels sprouts, sticky rice and dipping sauce. While doing so I was playing with my camera. It was great fun that I hope you enjoy. Smile!
Recipe:
EXTRA DRY GIN MARTINI ON THE ROCKS
Gin, Ice, Olives and a twist of lemon. Not for every one mind you but it fits my taste.
I experience a crisp clear bite in the liquid and the aromatics cause me to think of the
woods. The pines, poetry and home in a clear and lasting light. Whoops, got carried
away again. ( must be the gin!) Grin.
DIPPING SAUCE
Fresh chopped ginger and fresh chopped garlic, crushed red pepper, Kikkomen Soy Sauce and Franks RedHot pepper sauce. You can add anything to this base dip that you choose. Rice wine or balsamic vinegar, sugar, lemon zest, herbs and spices.
POACHED WILD CAUGHT SALMON
Stock: Sliced white onions, lemons, whole black peppercorns, bay leaves and nori. Bring to boil covered in order to retain the flavor. Add salmon uncovered to desired temp.
STICKY RICE
Two handfulls of dry Cal Rose rice. Add enough cold water and bring to boil. Simmer covered about 20 minutes.
PAINTING STUDIO BRUSSELS SPROUTS
Blanch sprouts, chopped onion, red, green and yellow peppers, diced carrot, and celery. When the colors are bright remove from heat. Drain. The texture should be firm but gentle. Fire up some butter and add the veggies saute' away adding poppy seeds, fresh chopped garlic near the end and finish with the squeeze of a lemon wedge. To give it a zip.
Hmm, let me see. Did I forget anything? Oh well. Let me know.
Hope you enjoy this as much as I have.
As ever be well,
With love,
Stephen Craig Rowe
Oh, yes I remember this when I went to the yard and saw the moon.
WILD STRAWBERRY MOON
Wild Strawberries
Ripen in wetlands
Near swamps.
Come to sugar
and Redden
under warm Sun
That follows
The Wild Strawberry Moon.
High above
Moon and Clouds
Dancing layered
Shadows sliced
with light and
Silver
accents shimmering
The sky.....
A panoramic
Symphony for the Eyes
Blessed to behold the
Vison and touch the Dream.
As the Beauty of the Moon
Touches deep within
Waking ancient
memories as She
Slips in silence behind
The Clouds.
As ever be well. Stephen Craig Rowe
Thank you for visiting The Painting Studio. " Space is only as deep as one makes it! " As ever be well. Stephen Craig Rowe
Space is only as deep as one makes it!
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