Metal Skiff (oil)
More summer boats
Art for Tiny Houses
"I wish to do nothing for profit. I wish to live for art. I want nothing whatever. I am quite happy." —William Blake
Metal Skiff (oil)
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
Artist
Je vois naître un nouveau monde. Je veux le connaître. Je veux le peindre.
Words and Pictures from the Middle East & Balkans
Sharon Kitching Artist
Creativity in my other life
Depicting that raw Norwegian nature
Reflections on Canadian Culture From Below the Border
Rhymes and Reasons
.. على ضفاف المدينة .
The Seeker Is The Sought
New Evidence of Past Civilizations
poetry. art. philosophy.
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Traveller, photography
Paint draw travel and share
Painting and Drawing
to be worth sharing
Before I forget
art and the intimate unknowable
I LEAVE YOUR ROAD TO WALK ON MY GRASS.
Every tree has a story
Sand and salt under my feet, moon over my head. I am an artist living in Florida. Works available at https://www.Society6.com/sandsaltmoon
"When no one is listening to you, just use your creativity to showcase it to the deaf world"
My photography and other stuff
Haiku, History tidbits, Canine Commentary & Uncomplicated Thoughts
bleib ruhig hier
painting & drawing
Creativity in my other life
revisiting sydney & sketching ... a journal
My View of Life on the Dock
The fantastic world of fractal art and other stuff
My Creative Endeavors
images as thoughts
There are infinite possibilities in the creative process.
Paintings, doodles & other art by Marco Bigliazzi
I like putting makeup on my face.
Welcome to my online sketchbook
portraiture landscapes & figurative
a blog about my garden and my soft spot for cacti and succulents, travelling and art
OCA Illustration learning log
G’day, you’re at the best wine blog ever! We're all about wine; without the wankery.
Nature photography
This WordPress.com site is the cat’s pajamas
Sometimes at night when I could not sleep my Grandfather would sneak me away and we would go to where the little boats had been tied close together. I remember those nights. By the time we got back home I had fallen asleep. My Grandfather would put me to bed and I would wake up thinking it was all a dream. Thank you for Metal Skiff and the others – they are as I remembered them to be.
Thank you, Dustin. I’d like to know more about your grandfather.