Sunday, November 19, 2017

Mr. Mister

 
 
The wind blows hard against this mountain side, across the sea into my soul
It reaches into where I cannot hide, setting my feet upon the road
 
My heart is old, it holds my memories, my body burns a gemlike flame
Somewhere between the soul and soft machine, is where I find myself again
 
Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel
Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night
Kyrie eleison, where I'm going will you follow
Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light
 
When I was young I thought of growing old, of what my life would mean to me
Would I have followed down my chosen road, or only wished what I could be
 
Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel
Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night
Kyrie eleison, where I'm going will you follow
Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light
 
 







 

Thursday, November 9, 2017

The corpse is still warm fer Christ's sake!




'Twas a bit chilly outside, but toasty warm inside as we gathered for our penultimate regular session. Clay is a fantastic model and the work shows. Seriously, he even did calisthenics during breaks! As we are gearing up for our finale of the drawing season, we are preparing for a creative sabbatical of indeterminate duration, so those that can, best get there asses in for one last glorious regular drawing session at Paupers Art Guild! We will definitely have occasional limited special events with invitations, but alas regularly scheduled shenanigans cease soon! However, we do EXPECT everyone to keep drawing and painting, otherwise all was for naught! Next week: Pasticho? Maybe? It depends? We'll see?



Thursday, November 2, 2017