<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826</id><updated>2012-01-26T21:23:17.042-06:00</updated><category term='For all our life we look for the perfect time to stop and smell the roses'/><title type='text'>THE POETIC ARTIST- Katelen Tays</title><subtitle type='html'>Mixed Media Artist With The Heart of A Poet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-6227026823633073912</id><published>2012-01-26T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:33:55.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VASE or VESSEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ym8O24tlFDQ/TyIJ0rp_3BI/AAAAAAAAA5g/_k4rOEFomBo/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ym8O24tlFDQ/TyIJ0rp_3BI/AAAAAAAAA5g/_k4rOEFomBo/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vase or Vessel?&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;This is just another little sketch in my little book.&amp;nbsp; I saw this beautiful hand blown glass piece in the Huntsville Art Museum.&amp;nbsp; This sketch does not even come close to it's beauty but just for a quick sketch it will remind me of its beauty.&amp;nbsp; So I wrote down Vase..But if I could change the word it would be Vessel.. A vessel&amp;nbsp;reminds me of our own&amp;nbsp;body for we are&amp;nbsp;a vessel...&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-6227026823633073912?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/6227026823633073912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=6227026823633073912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6227026823633073912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6227026823633073912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2012/01/vase-or-vessel.html' title='VASE or VESSEL'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ym8O24tlFDQ/TyIJ0rp_3BI/AAAAAAAAA5g/_k4rOEFomBo/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-1552170630636114777</id><published>2012-01-10T19:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:51:48.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ernst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6I2DxNN2gDc/TwzlB-RSERI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/sQ8E63PeF0I/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6I2DxNN2gDc/TwzlB-RSERI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/sQ8E63PeF0I/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ernst Fish born January 2012.. Lives in a small book with other friends and his world begins in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Just another face in my little book..Another story and another step..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by in this new year..&lt;br /&gt;I am still searching and waiting for My word for this year..&amp;nbsp;I see some of you have already have your word for the year.. I am still thinking..Next post I will let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;May you always listen&amp;nbsp; first and&amp;nbsp;think before you speak.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-1552170630636114777?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/1552170630636114777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=1552170630636114777&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1552170630636114777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1552170630636114777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2012/01/ernst.html' title='Ernst'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6I2DxNN2gDc/TwzlB-RSERI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/sQ8E63PeF0I/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-6915498215367719960</id><published>2011-12-31T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:37:44.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO IT IS ALMOST A NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DMtuuNtA2x0/Tv_QgPD8fgI/AAAAAAAAA5I/2hnpWihPBww/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DMtuuNtA2x0/Tv_QgPD8fgI/AAAAAAAAA5I/2hnpWihPBww/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SO I HAVE STARTED IN STEPS TO FIND MY CREATIVE SELF AGAIN..FOR ME I HAVE TO START IN SMALL STEPS AND I STARTED WITH A SMALL BOOK AND I TAKE IT WITH ME AND SOMETIMES SOMEONE SHOWS UP AND SOMETIMES SOMETHING SHOWS UP..TODAY IT IS FRANCOIS.&amp;nbsp; FOR ME I HAVE EXCITED FOR THE NEW YEAR..IT IS A NEW BEGINNING. TIME TO LET GO AND STEP INTO THE NEW YEAR.. &lt;br /&gt;I HAVE REALIZED IF I LISTEN TO THE CREATOR, I BECOME MORE CREATIVE..&lt;br /&gt;IT IS A SIMPLE THING BUT IT IS THE SIMPLE THINGS THAT WE GET CONFUSED.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;OR&amp;nbsp; AT LEAST FOR ME.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE NEW YEAR I WISH FOR EVERYONE TO BE CREATIVE AND&amp;nbsp;BLESSED.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelen&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-6915498215367719960?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/6915498215367719960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=6915498215367719960&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6915498215367719960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6915498215367719960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-it-is-almost-new-year.html' title='HELLO IT IS ALMOST A NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DMtuuNtA2x0/Tv_QgPD8fgI/AAAAAAAAA5I/2hnpWihPBww/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-1682645929004212870</id><published>2011-12-08T14:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:58:58.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Picture of Love and My Studio which waits for My Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X2zGKrU_POY/TuEamSXWUoI/AAAAAAAAA4s/fdxtAhqLeo0/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X2zGKrU_POY/TuEamSXWUoI/AAAAAAAAA4s/fdxtAhqLeo0/s320/047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My Beautiful Mother .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t58d-lK2cjE/TuEb7IpIB-I/AAAAAAAAA40/YXgdZ51S5eE/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t58d-lK2cjE/TuEb7IpIB-I/AAAAAAAAA40/YXgdZ51S5eE/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My&amp;nbsp;Studio that waits&amp;nbsp;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xMQ9qL6a0KA/TuEcU7an0vI/AAAAAAAAA48/Ubaj7Tpzu18/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xMQ9qL6a0KA/TuEcU7an0vI/AAAAAAAAA48/Ubaj7Tpzu18/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture at the top is of my Mom.&amp;nbsp; One of my best friends had her open house for the holidays at her Antique Shop..I took my Mom and she enjoyed it very much..She was placed in the Queens seat.. She does not remember now but in the moment she was happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other pictures are of my Studio..I thought I would share&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; It sits waiting for my return and it understands that one day I will be back but now we know what is the most important..My wonderful Loving Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone will have a wonderful Holiday Season and enjoy those perfect moments that become precious&amp;nbsp;memories.&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless you and your family and friends..&amp;nbsp; Thank you for visiting and I am sorry I have not been posting but I am still taking care of the important things...Family...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I do take a look, at all your wonderful blogs where it be art or antiques or just about your life.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy all of them.&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-1682645929004212870?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/1682645929004212870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=1682645929004212870&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1682645929004212870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1682645929004212870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/12/perfect-picture-of-love-and-my-studio.html' title='The Perfect Picture of Love and My Studio which waits for My Return'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X2zGKrU_POY/TuEamSXWUoI/AAAAAAAAA4s/fdxtAhqLeo0/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-4834399855535709238</id><published>2011-11-06T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T19:20:46.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He Is Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGLLE9EXXYo/TrcvGYVTRMI/AAAAAAAAA4k/wuZ_ChLT_eI/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGLLE9EXXYo/TrcvGYVTRMI/AAAAAAAAA4k/wuZ_ChLT_eI/s400/035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As the story goes I walked out my back door with my camera in hand ,or no maybe I ran back in to get it.&amp;nbsp; Anyway as I was walking outside I said out loud, so he would hear me, Hello God , Thank you for another day. And as I step around from the back porch I looked around and saw the sky. I was so struck with the beauty of it and the love of our sweet Father.. Just WOW!!!&amp;nbsp; How he loves us to give us such beautiful skies.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know he hears us with out us speaking out loud but he loves for us to talk to him..&amp;nbsp; Did you know that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful and blessed week and remember Jesus is always waiting for you to talk to him..He is a good listener.. Just look at what he gave me for just saying Hello..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and Inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-4834399855535709238?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/4834399855535709238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=4834399855535709238&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4834399855535709238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4834399855535709238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/11/he-is-amazing.html' title='He Is Amazing'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGLLE9EXXYo/TrcvGYVTRMI/AAAAAAAAA4k/wuZ_ChLT_eI/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-4654071168093139295</id><published>2011-10-27T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:49:13.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EXTRAORDINARY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7b9DLczdvKk/TqnOgCTz-2I/AAAAAAAAA4c/bmR1uuv50QQ/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7b9DLczdvKk/TqnOgCTz-2I/AAAAAAAAA4c/bmR1uuv50QQ/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Tree.....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zc45WWrvHfg/TqnOBfWLeyI/AAAAAAAAA4U/xE1G22rOfdE/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zc45WWrvHfg/TqnOBfWLeyI/AAAAAAAAA4U/xE1G22rOfdE/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am just getting around to a post of this day..10-17-11....The first thing that day my Mom says let's have an extraordinary day..&amp;nbsp;It was for us.&amp;nbsp; We went outside and I made her&amp;nbsp; a sign so we could put it on the tree..The tree she calls hers..She loves trees, I must get that love&amp;nbsp;from my Mom.. It was a extraordinary day..We enjoyed the sunshine and she got out and rode her scooter around the yard and drove her scooter right up to the tree and placed our sign on the tree..&lt;br /&gt;Another wonderful memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am still here and I do check in on you guys&amp;nbsp;and look at your wonderful art and read about your Life.&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless your day.&lt;br /&gt;May you have an extraordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-4654071168093139295?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/4654071168093139295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=4654071168093139295&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4654071168093139295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4654071168093139295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/10/extraordinary-day.html' title='EXTRAORDINARY DAY'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7b9DLczdvKk/TqnOgCTz-2I/AAAAAAAAA4c/bmR1uuv50QQ/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-993302924289977586</id><published>2011-09-28T01:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T01:56:04.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time to take a extended Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Sz2MVvvBWA/ToK_PDgERJI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/zmL4AgiXdjo/s1600/IMG_0586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Sz2MVvvBWA/ToK_PDgERJI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/zmL4AgiXdjo/s320/IMG_0586.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is My Mom and Me..I have been trying to do to much of so many other things..I am exhausted mentally and physical.&amp;nbsp; My Mother is my first priority..Why because she first loved me and cared for me and gave&amp;nbsp;everything to me..She worked a full time job and then she&amp;nbsp;came home to clean our home and cook and everything else that needed to be done..Why because she loved me and she put me before her self.. She gave up things she might have wanted because she wanted to give me more..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So I choose to do the the same thing for her..Not because of quilt because of love..She has taught me more about Love in these years of taking care of her.&amp;nbsp; Yes there are things I would like to be doing but God has blessed me with her and I want to&amp;nbsp;honor her and God...&lt;br /&gt;She is slipping away from me every day more and more..So this is the place I need to be taking care of her.&lt;br /&gt;As you have noticed I have not been posting very much..Why because I have not been creating.&amp;nbsp; Now is just not the season..I have realized that..&lt;br /&gt;I will post now and then but it will be pictures of Her and the things she is doing and the words&amp;nbsp;we share.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is stressful for Care Givers and I hope if there are more of you out there caring for your parents..I hope I can give you were of encouragement..&amp;nbsp; You are not alone and if I can ever help or just listen..Let me know..Yes there will be days you want to give up..But you want..There will be days you will want to scream and you will..There will be days of tears..Let them run down your face...But the best is there will be so many days of Love and words you will share.. I love you Mother and I kiss her soft cheek and she kisses mine and says I Love you more.&amp;nbsp; It is worth every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mother.&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-993302924289977586?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/993302924289977586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=993302924289977586&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/993302924289977586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/993302924289977586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-is-time-to-take-extended-break.html' title='It is time to take a extended Break'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Sz2MVvvBWA/ToK_PDgERJI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/zmL4AgiXdjo/s72-c/IMG_0586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-4640487242739237542</id><published>2011-09-20T23:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T23:32:02.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If the Shoe Fits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4dcy4M_2nQ/TnljgiYhAtI/AAAAAAAAA4A/AZAWvoLeA-Y/s1600/img093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4dcy4M_2nQ/TnljgiYhAtI/AAAAAAAAA4A/AZAWvoLeA-Y/s320/img093.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sketch Book&amp;nbsp;..Did You know what it takes to step into one of these shoes with a four inch heel..&lt;br /&gt;It takes Confidence and Courage... All of us women have it we just hide behind the fear..Where does the fear come from.&amp;nbsp; Do we create it our self ?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes, we do sometimes&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but a lot of it comes from our&amp;nbsp;enemy..The enemy is real.. He wants us to fall and&amp;nbsp;stay on the ground.. So it is time to step into those shoes&amp;nbsp;and defeat Fear and Let us rule our own steps with the&amp;nbsp;help of our Creator..He can help&amp;nbsp;us walk through anything and if at first when we step into those shoes and we are off&amp;nbsp; balance..He is there to&amp;nbsp;hold our hand until we are steady on our feet..To&amp;nbsp;walk onto new ground&amp;nbsp; and into new journeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed week...And remember it does not have to be a four inch heal shoe, it can be your old converse.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just put them on and be not afraid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-4640487242739237542?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/4640487242739237542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=4640487242739237542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4640487242739237542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4640487242739237542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-shoe-fits.html' title='If the Shoe Fits'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4dcy4M_2nQ/TnljgiYhAtI/AAAAAAAAA4A/AZAWvoLeA-Y/s72-c/img093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-6680895605324143351</id><published>2011-09-04T18:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:32:33.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking through the Camera Lens through My Eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MqXYEoq8EIg/TmP9tMeLuaI/AAAAAAAAA3s/dgDllzsfIf8/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MqXYEoq8EIg/TmP9tMeLuaI/AAAAAAAAA3s/dgDllzsfIf8/s320/014.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have my camera on my shoulder while attending a small art show in the mountains of Alabama.. You ask where are the artist and where are their creative works.. I looked at all of them and there was some wonderful artist there.&amp;nbsp; Even one of my very special friends..&amp;nbsp;My camera did not look to the artist instead it pulled me to the ground.. The earth called to me and all I saw was beauty and texture and color.. My hand reached for my camera and my eyes were open and I dropped to my knees and I started see the world from the ground.. Did I notice if anyone was looking of course not..I am an artist and I do not even notice.. I am in my own space now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRjNtm6MDEE/TmP-OUEJyJI/AAAAAAAAA3w/o8RZOZkZz4A/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRjNtm6MDEE/TmP-OUEJyJI/AAAAAAAAA3w/o8RZOZkZz4A/s320/015.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I moved and saw texture and&amp;nbsp; more texture..I could not paint but my eyes could&amp;nbsp; see and&amp;nbsp; my camera could touch and feel the rich color of&amp;nbsp;shades of greys and browns.. So vivid and beautiful.&amp;nbsp; I took only a few steps and my camera moved&amp;nbsp; and a new element was added and it sent me in this&amp;nbsp;direction. Of more beauty that lay on the ground.&amp;nbsp; Right at my feet and no one&amp;nbsp;else had noticed..God gave all this beauty for me to see.. I felt blessed. I moved&amp;nbsp;and my eyes moved to this and my camera became my paint brush.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_qO7qXJtE8s/TmP-4nGILUI/AAAAAAAAA30/EU1saxmTj_w/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_qO7qXJtE8s/TmP-4nGILUI/AAAAAAAAA30/EU1saxmTj_w/s320/016.JPG" width="213" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A fallen branch that had been stepped on and crumbled by the weather laid among the&amp;nbsp;beauty.&amp;nbsp;Tiny bits of green sprinkled around..Tiny twigs lay in its perfect spot. Then just a few steps away and I say the final destination of this journey&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-df-SBk4LdLs/TmP_y-WEbEI/AAAAAAAAA34/2v-ZbWhnBS0/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-df-SBk4LdLs/TmP_y-WEbEI/AAAAAAAAA34/2v-ZbWhnBS0/s320/017.JPG" width="213" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A pathway of broken twigs and&amp;nbsp; how they connected to the roots from the tree&amp;nbsp;leading me to follow it with my eyes and my camera a Pathway .&amp;nbsp; How it was&amp;nbsp;Perfect and Simple to Me.. As Life should be..Everything on this earth made by the Perfect Love, God.&amp;nbsp; Then as I left this Mountain. I took my camera up for the last time to remember this day&amp;nbsp;and took this Shot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jmV0YnlsvE0/TmQAPjYPLTI/AAAAAAAAA38/HB1g-e0m-P8/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jmV0YnlsvE0/TmQAPjYPLTI/AAAAAAAAA38/HB1g-e0m-P8/s320/018.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;May You have a wonderful week full of inspiration and Blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-6680895605324143351?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/6680895605324143351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=6680895605324143351&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6680895605324143351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6680895605324143351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/09/looking-through-camera-lens-through-my.html' title='Looking through the Camera Lens through My Eyes.'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MqXYEoq8EIg/TmP9tMeLuaI/AAAAAAAAA3s/dgDllzsfIf8/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-6200554591888896809</id><published>2011-08-15T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T16:40:35.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketch Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRecys4UsDs/TkmKgXvWFTI/AAAAAAAAA3o/pUsFBdSUI10/s1600/img088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRecys4UsDs/TkmKgXvWFTI/AAAAAAAAA3o/pUsFBdSUI10/s400/img088.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is from a older sketch book..As you can see I have not been posting very often.. It seems I&amp;nbsp;just do not have the desire to create anything..It is as my muse has left me or maybe I have just left it.. So when I found this sketch I can not remember what I was thinking when I sketched it. but I do remember it was when my Mom was in the hospital the last time.&lt;br /&gt;My Mom seems to be slipping away from me.. It makes me sad when I see her confused and&amp;nbsp; she can not remember just a few minutes ago.&amp;nbsp; I watch her sometimes and she just sits and stares at nothing for long periods of time.&amp;nbsp;She also&amp;nbsp;is in what they call the last stage of COPD&amp;nbsp;. She can not do much except sit in her chair and just to get up and take a few steps makes her struggle to get air.. Now that her&amp;nbsp;dementia is getting worse&amp;nbsp;she does not understand why she can not do things&amp;nbsp;like she use to do.. She will say things like I know I can still drive or I know I can plant a garden and then when I try to explain to her she&amp;nbsp;does not understand.&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I am just tired my self.. I am not complaining, just tired and I think I could use some away time.&amp;nbsp; Just by my self to find me again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just a get away from the worries and the stress..Does that sound selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for&amp;nbsp;all of you who listen to me and I always appreciate every comment.&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful week.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-6200554591888896809?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/6200554591888896809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=6200554591888896809&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6200554591888896809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6200554591888896809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/08/sketch-book.html' title='Sketch Book'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRecys4UsDs/TkmKgXvWFTI/AAAAAAAAA3o/pUsFBdSUI10/s72-c/img088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-6074684107037280366</id><published>2011-07-28T00:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T16:03:38.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost For The Buried Treasure  over at Seth's Blog The Altered Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sbc_NzYgi_I/AAAAAAAAABE/_kmHJRSeRrA/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311783791870643186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sbc_NzYgi_I/AAAAAAAAABE/_kmHJRSeRrA/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a really a buried Treasure it is from 2009..One of first post when I started my Blog..I am still taking care of my Mom and it is still a blessing to have her with me..Even though her mind and memory is slipping away from her..Which makes me so sad and I am trying to treasure every moment of each thought she can still remember.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Seth for doing this again..It makes us look back and find all those treasures we have forgotten and also to see so many wonderful artists.&amp;nbsp; So if you have not been to his blog..Please do so you will be in for a treat.. &lt;a href="http://www.thealteredpage.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.thealteredpage.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This piece I have done is a 9/12 on canvas.. It is done in all acrylic with a top coat of gloss varnish. The Title is called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shattered&lt;/span&gt;.. The reason because of the mind either due to disease or of age the pieces become shattered and the brain can not be repaired and become whole again. So it will always be a search. Looking for the pieces, small or large of&amp;nbsp; your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Day..&lt;br /&gt;Explore.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-6074684107037280366?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/6074684107037280366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=6074684107037280366&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6074684107037280366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6074684107037280366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/03/shattered.html' title='Repost For The Buried Treasure  over at Seth&apos;s Blog The Altered Page'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sbc_NzYgi_I/AAAAAAAAABE/_kmHJRSeRrA/s72-c/IMG_0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3685851976286862066</id><published>2011-07-26T19:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:52:13.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Journal Page and New Look.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HX0majTZuH4/Ti9dsh4oktI/AAAAAAAAA3c/G8ibAlEahcA/s1600/img087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HX0majTZuH4/Ti9dsh4oktI/AAAAAAAAA3c/G8ibAlEahcA/s400/img087.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal page in a book that I thought would be fun because of the texture of the paper.. Wrong, So this will probably be the the only page used on this book..So I will tear it out and paste it into another book..That is another day.&lt;br /&gt;I changed&amp;nbsp; the look of my blog..Tired of the old and not sure if I am pleased with the new.&lt;br /&gt;We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;The heat here in the south is so humid..Just want to stay inside&amp;nbsp;and stay cool.&amp;nbsp; That is what I do most of the days except to escape to the grocery store.&amp;nbsp; Like that is a fun escape..LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week and as Julia Roberts says in Pretty Woman...Stay Cool.&lt;br /&gt;How I love that movie...I may put that on my to watch list again for the 100th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3685851976286862066?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3685851976286862066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3685851976286862066&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3685851976286862066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3685851976286862066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-journal-page-and-new-look.html' title='New Journal Page and New Look.'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HX0majTZuH4/Ti9dsh4oktI/AAAAAAAAA3c/G8ibAlEahcA/s72-c/img087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-1709850156835419404</id><published>2011-07-14T16:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T16:23:22.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8NVdRtfg7o/Th9PPiuHwtI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/wX7HxSPiHdo/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8NVdRtfg7o/Th9PPiuHwtI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/wX7HxSPiHdo/s400/037.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Tree&amp;nbsp;in it's self.. &lt;br /&gt;The texture of its bark.&lt;br /&gt;The depth of its color showing both light and dark.&lt;br /&gt;Leaves of green&amp;nbsp;thus turning to&amp;nbsp;glorious colors in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;Winter it goes into&amp;nbsp;a rest.&amp;nbsp; I believe it is creating&amp;nbsp; and thinking of it's new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it does take naps. It does have to rest for the new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Trees are like people..&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The bark comes in all different colors like&amp;nbsp;people.&lt;br /&gt;The Outside of Bark has texture just like skin.&lt;br /&gt;It you touch it you can either feel the smooth or the ruff..&lt;br /&gt;Leaves the same Has Hair. Except in reverse the only thing about Trees they get&amp;nbsp;to start over.&lt;br /&gt;People do not.&lt;br /&gt;Trees just like People we all have to rest and create&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;This Tree has a&amp;nbsp;scar and so do&amp;nbsp;People..Some are visible some are not.&lt;br /&gt;What if Trees&amp;nbsp;did talk and tell&amp;nbsp; their stories.&lt;br /&gt;They do talk. You just have to&amp;nbsp;LISTEN....Just like People we just&amp;nbsp;need to LISTEN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love trees and I&amp;nbsp;know a lot of other people out there does also..This one I just took the shot of it's scar&lt;br /&gt;I could just see more than a scar. I could see?&amp;nbsp; What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Have a Creative Week and Beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-1709850156835419404?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/1709850156835419404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=1709850156835419404&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1709850156835419404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1709850156835419404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-if.html' title='WHAT IF?'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8NVdRtfg7o/Th9PPiuHwtI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/wX7HxSPiHdo/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3061386532297460475</id><published>2011-07-04T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T08:57:27.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 4TH OF JULY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1d7ZzFuACbo/Sk66Ftxb8pI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WvQBAJC2-eo/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1d7ZzFuACbo/Sk66Ftxb8pI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WvQBAJC2-eo/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shadow Shot...&amp;nbsp; THANK YOU FOR OUR FREEDOM&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HAVE A HAPPY 4TH OF JULY....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3061386532297460475?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3061386532297460475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3061386532297460475&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3061386532297460475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3061386532297460475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='HAPPY 4TH OF JULY'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1d7ZzFuACbo/Sk66Ftxb8pI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WvQBAJC2-eo/s72-c/IMG_0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-6025966015221557285</id><published>2011-06-30T16:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T20:05:10.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU SERIOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p_8Mbmm5TX8/TgzfO4abQ2I/AAAAAAAAA20/X2oWvhuR6UY/s1600/img086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p_8Mbmm5TX8/TgzfO4abQ2I/AAAAAAAAA20/X2oWvhuR6UY/s400/img086.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another 2 page from my little book of Sometimes I just pick it up..And this is what shows up.&lt;br /&gt;This is Sam...He thinks he can hide behind the words.. I know, I know.&amp;nbsp; You might have to click on it to see and read the words..To get a closer look.. If you want to.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that so many people hide behind their words and really are afraid 2 show what is inside their hearts.&amp;nbsp; You know why Fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah41:10&lt;br /&gt;So do not fear, for I am with you;&lt;br /&gt;do not be dismayed,for I am your God.&lt;br /&gt;I will strengthen you and help you:&lt;br /&gt;I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-6025966015221557285?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/6025966015221557285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=6025966015221557285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6025966015221557285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6025966015221557285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/06/are-you-serious.html' title='ARE YOU SERIOUS'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p_8Mbmm5TX8/TgzfO4abQ2I/AAAAAAAAA20/X2oWvhuR6UY/s72-c/img086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-2989129552291410922</id><published>2011-06-23T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T16:15:29.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ears Are Stretching to Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-taecO4EdBx8/TgOo422JXAI/AAAAAAAAA2s/N-PjqUaKf4Q/s1600/img084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-taecO4EdBx8/TgOo422JXAI/AAAAAAAAA2s/N-PjqUaKf4Q/s400/img084.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been working in the little book off and on..I will paint a few pages and then I will pick it up and this is what come&amp;nbsp;off the page.. I wanted her to have big ears because I have been trying to listen more instead of talking.. I seem to talk to much and not listen.&amp;nbsp; I am trying and I am doing better but I need more improvement so I made the ears pointed as though someone is pulling&amp;nbsp; them and stretching them to say LISTEN!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is the book I am reading&amp;nbsp;. The title is called Discerning the voice of GOD..&amp;nbsp; How to recognize when God speaks..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Have a&amp;nbsp;great weekend and enjoy the moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color,&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-2989129552291410922?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/2989129552291410922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=2989129552291410922&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2989129552291410922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2989129552291410922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-ears-are-stretching-to-listen.html' title='My Ears Are Stretching to Listen'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-taecO4EdBx8/TgOo422JXAI/AAAAAAAAA2s/N-PjqUaKf4Q/s72-c/img084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-2771083418155085472</id><published>2011-06-16T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:31:26.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading and Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc1hrpz_3Bo/TfpWVD68M1I/AAAAAAAAA2g/JJt0hKGtSGI/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc1hrpz_3Bo/TfpWVD68M1I/AAAAAAAAA2g/JJt0hKGtSGI/s400/005.JPG" t8="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;24x24 Canvas..&amp;nbsp; I have been back at the drawing board so to speak and painting over some that I did not like..This is one I painted over, underneath&amp;nbsp; is&amp;nbsp;too much darkness so I decided to give it light.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have been painting on this one for a couple of days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my inspiration came from this....Psalm 27:1&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is my light and my salvation&lt;br /&gt;whom shall I fear?&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is the stronghold of my life&lt;br /&gt;of whom shall I be&amp;nbsp;afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is a dark shadow that envelops us and ultimately imprisons us within ourselves. Everyone has been a prisoner of fear at one time or another.&lt;br /&gt;But we can conquer fear by trusting in the Lord who brings salvation.&lt;br /&gt;If we want to dispel the darkness of fear let us remember with the psalm writer that.&lt;br /&gt;the Lord is my light and my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can see the painting&amp;nbsp; ok with the glare...Is it finished.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I signed it..&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful rest of the week and enjoy the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and I always love your comments.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-2771083418155085472?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/2771083418155085472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=2771083418155085472&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2771083418155085472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2771083418155085472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/06/reading-and-inspiration.html' title='Reading and Inspiration'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc1hrpz_3Bo/TfpWVD68M1I/AAAAAAAAA2g/JJt0hKGtSGI/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-8029267573004102063</id><published>2011-06-12T16:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:45:04.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RE DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlBb1hBq3e4/TfUwcCZvQvI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8x8vI7U98g0/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlBb1hBq3e4/TfUwcCZvQvI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8x8vI7U98g0/s320/011.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a small piece I had done and I thought it was finished but I really never liked it..So it went into that pile that said I do not think so but ... &lt;br /&gt;I picked it up and then I realized most of my art pieces I have to write on them somewhere or it seems to be missing something..&amp;nbsp; So I think my heart is, as my Blog is stated Poetic Artist.....So now I added one more layer of color and then I picked up my pen and starting writing..Now it is finished..It is just a small 12x12 on board.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful week and I do not know about everyone else but it it hot here in the south.&lt;br /&gt;I am staying inside and drinking&amp;nbsp;Lemonade..Yumm...Maybe some iced Tea..No sugar and with lemon.&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed week and may you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-8029267573004102063?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/8029267573004102063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=8029267573004102063&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8029267573004102063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8029267573004102063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/06/re-do.html' title='RE DO'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlBb1hBq3e4/TfUwcCZvQvI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8x8vI7U98g0/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-4591328882836893998</id><published>2011-06-07T23:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T00:27:19.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTWXbTrVDEw/Te7wMsaxhQI/AAAAAAAAA2M/EhmG8UlUrW0/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTWXbTrVDEw/Te7wMsaxhQI/AAAAAAAAA2M/EhmG8UlUrW0/s400/009.JPG" t8="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7AOcUz6ibM/Te7wefgzVLI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/hyUIFUl-iLM/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7AOcUz6ibM/Te7wefgzVLI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/hyUIFUl-iLM/s400/007.JPG" t8="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a small piece I had started and set it aside because&amp;nbsp;I just did not know where it was going.&amp;nbsp; I loved the texture of it and had used my palette knife to put the paint and texture on..It had been sitting on my table&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; on the easel. I have not been painting or creating for awhile..I would walk up into my studio and walk back&amp;nbsp; out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My heart was just not&amp;nbsp; into creating anything.&amp;nbsp; The truth my heart has not really been into anything for awhile. &amp;nbsp;I knew it was not but I just did not know what to do. I had starting back into the church and I had starting reading my Bible.&amp;nbsp; There is where it began.&amp;nbsp; I had been running from the only one who truly knew me and loved me . I had been running most of my life.. I had anger&amp;nbsp;and fear and Satan&amp;nbsp;had control of me.&amp;nbsp; I had let him take my joy and my peace.. No more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I have given my Life back to our dear Savior Jesus.&amp;nbsp; You know he never had left me, I had just left him.&amp;nbsp; God is faithful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I did know something was changing inside of me.&amp;nbsp; My heart,&amp;nbsp;my mind and&amp;nbsp;my spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Praise God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really did not mean to write all this down but it just all come out with this painting I was posting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The day I walked up into my studio.&amp;nbsp; I looked at this piece and I saw the tree and then I took charcoal and starting rubbing it into the piece and it brought out the details and all I could see was this beautiful tree. Then I thought if we would just truly look inside what would we see and it would be the HEART..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just&amp;nbsp;tried to give you a&amp;nbsp;small close up of the details underneath the painting.&amp;nbsp; You can click on either one to get more details of the texture..If you want to..LOL...I hope you will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for visiting my blog and I hope in the future.&amp;nbsp; I will began to paint again but this time my art will be filled with light and love not gloom and doom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I leave you with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Psalm 96:12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then all the trees of the forest will sing for joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have a blessed week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katelen&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-4591328882836893998?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/4591328882836893998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=4591328882836893998&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4591328882836893998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4591328882836893998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/06/looking-inside.html' title='Looking Inside'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTWXbTrVDEw/Te7wMsaxhQI/AAAAAAAAA2M/EhmG8UlUrW0/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3458930991687837106</id><published>2011-05-27T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:42:14.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE VOICE.....ARE YOU LISTENING?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfFAUA8V-GM/TeAEdzNzL1I/AAAAAAAAA2I/4800dphrvA0/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfFAUA8V-GM/TeAEdzNzL1I/AAAAAAAAA2I/4800dphrvA0/s400/005.JPG" t8="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull of a chair and listen with your heart..No not with your ears... We have two ears and most of the time we can not even hear when we are listening..&amp;nbsp; If we would just listen more with our heart we would hear so much more.. I am speaking to my self out loud and maybe sharing with you too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love found and free things..Like this old chair..I brought it home and&amp;nbsp; it has been&amp;nbsp;waiting for me to do something with her. I love chairs, I know I have too many of them&amp;nbsp;but when I see a small and vintage I have to bring it home..You know the ones you really can not sit in..Just the ones that look pretty.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You do know what I am talking about . Right?&amp;nbsp; I know I am not the only one that does it..I HOPE....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;This one I just could not find a place for it and it was not too sturdy but it had potential... So I started painting it..First white wash and then&amp;nbsp;some blue and then&amp;nbsp;some red and then&amp;nbsp;some more white..&amp;nbsp; I hated it and wished I had just keep it simple and left it white..LOL.. Too late..So I keep looking at it ..I knew it was going to hold a garden because I had found some old chicken wire from a old old chicken house..Really!!!&amp;nbsp; It just needed something&amp;nbsp; more,because&amp;nbsp;I was not happy with the colors and then I added the words..&amp;nbsp; Now it was perfect for me....Now the flowers are starting to bloom..I did the happy dance when I say them blooming...You know we all have our own happy dance..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope some where in your day, even if it is a simple thing like an old chair that has become my small garden that you can find&amp;nbsp;a time to do your own happy dance..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under the heaven. A time to be quiet and a time to speak up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ecclesiastes 3:1, 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good and blessed Memorial weekend.&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3458930991687837106?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3458930991687837106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3458930991687837106&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3458930991687837106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3458930991687837106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/05/voiceare-you-listening.html' title='THE VOICE.....ARE YOU LISTENING?'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfFAUA8V-GM/TeAEdzNzL1I/AAAAAAAAA2I/4800dphrvA0/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-4153690929598600294</id><published>2011-05-10T13:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:25:48.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our surroundings have changed and so does our Heart</title><content type='html'>I live in Alabama and if anyone who has been watching the news you have seen the devastion of the Tornados.&amp;nbsp;The neighborhood where I live was not touched but&amp;nbsp;just a few miles around us..Home after home was destroyed.. People have lost their lives.. We only lost the power for a week but it was nothing to what other people have lost.. You can see things like this on the news but until to walk into to these areas. There are no words I know to use to describe it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I do know is that God humbled me&amp;nbsp;and made me realize the things we think that are important are not.&amp;nbsp; I drive passed some of these neighborhoods everyday and never ever think about the people that live in them.. Honestly my neighbors next door, I do not think about their life&amp;nbsp;and what they may need.&lt;br /&gt;I realized we need to open our eyes and our hearts and help those around&amp;nbsp;us..&lt;br /&gt;So I did..God is amazing...God tells us to love our neighbors..Do we? Mostly I do not think so.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;When you get out there to help one another. To come together to pick up small personal items and put them into piles.&amp;nbsp; Because the home that once was there is completely gone..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When they took your hand just to say thank you for just the small things..It humbled me and I will never be the same..I took just a few pictures to remind my self.&amp;nbsp; I am sharing these with you..&amp;nbsp; I have learned to look at people and wonder about the hurts and joys..To give hugs and then listen to them praising God just to be alive and not complaining about losing everything they have.. &lt;br /&gt;Our church and so many other churches have come together to help.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our communties have pulled together to help..People from other states to give a helping hand...Hours&amp;nbsp;and hours&amp;nbsp; volunteers have put in and they do not seem to mind.. They just want to help..&lt;br /&gt;I know now my God is alive and I am truly blessed to be called one of his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you realize the important things in life are not the things we have on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:19..&lt;br /&gt;Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth,where moth and rest destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.&amp;nbsp; But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy and where thieves do not break in and steal.&amp;nbsp; For where your tresure is there your heart will be also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-myI-WrW9Y4Y/Tclzbapg9xI/AAAAAAAAA14/bbhQOzeQUy8/s1600/152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-myI-WrW9Y4Y/Tclzbapg9xI/AAAAAAAAA14/bbhQOzeQUy8/s400/152.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIrm3srEMeU/Tads6v0LNYI/AAAAAAAAA1U/sxv84lpBuqY/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIrm3srEMeU/Tads6v0LNYI/AAAAAAAAA1U/sxv84lpBuqY/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked too close and got a look at what was inside.&lt;br /&gt;It was not a place I wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;It was dark and the pain hit so hard.&lt;br /&gt;My heart stopped and&amp;nbsp;then it&amp;nbsp;fell to the&amp;nbsp;floor and shattered&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;into a million&amp;nbsp;pieces.&lt;br /&gt;The sound that came from my own body was the sound of a wounded animal.&lt;br /&gt;Clawing and Fighting to Get out.&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens&lt;br /&gt;When you look inside of another human being &lt;br /&gt;To realize&amp;nbsp;your own life of Love and Trust is nothing but Lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-213495191286110869?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/213495191286110869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=213495191286110869&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/213495191286110869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/213495191286110869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/04/looking-inside.html' title='Looking Inside'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIrm3srEMeU/Tads6v0LNYI/AAAAAAAAA1U/sxv84lpBuqY/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3429579564292794647</id><published>2011-04-07T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:49:27.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets Shared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8Ir1Ziim00/TZ5b1QxcmHI/AAAAAAAAA1M/4AFei1e_XFQ/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8Ir1Ziim00/TZ5b1QxcmHI/AAAAAAAAA1M/4AFei1e_XFQ/s400/028.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He flew in&amp;nbsp;from the forest of&amp;nbsp; Secret&amp;nbsp;Words and&amp;nbsp;decided to share his secret.&lt;br /&gt;I am the color of of midnight and I can not be seen unless&amp;nbsp;I want to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;I can fly and see all that is above and below me and no one will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear all the secrets and bring them with me and share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;You must never tell my secret but you&amp;nbsp; can share all other secrets that I bring to you.&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Magical White Horse&amp;nbsp; never spoke a word to the black winged creature because he new his words would be taken back and shared all over the Forest of Secret Words. &lt;br /&gt;He remained quite and just listened&amp;nbsp;and then he spoke a single word.&lt;br /&gt;Whisper................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little story for you with this piece I have&amp;nbsp; been working on..It is done first on paper and then using Golden's gel medium to adhere to a 15x20 birch wood&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure it is finished, so I have not signed it yet.&amp;nbsp; I am still waiting&amp;nbsp; !..You know how that is..Don't You...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know, Never tell a secret in the dark of night..Unless you want it shared in the Forest of Secret Words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in Color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3429579564292794647?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3429579564292794647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3429579564292794647&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3429579564292794647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3429579564292794647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/04/secrets-shared.html' title='Secrets Shared'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8Ir1Ziim00/TZ5b1QxcmHI/AAAAAAAAA1M/4AFei1e_XFQ/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-1222949542358913910</id><published>2011-03-28T13:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:53:56.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Think I will ever Sale????? Or will I put another piece on my own Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--i_ZGi6D7Nw/TZDTf5Kk1KI/AAAAAAAAA1E/tiIK33YXkLM/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--i_ZGi6D7Nw/TZDTf5Kk1KI/AAAAAAAAA1E/tiIK33YXkLM/s400/012.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 24x24 on wood.. This has been&amp;nbsp;one that I would work on and set aside..I would add a layer and then I knew I should just sit it aside and wait..It did not feel right..Finally the moment came and I knew it was complete so I signed it...Title is" Protection"....We all want to feel protected and safe from different things.&lt;br /&gt;For some it is pain and from some it is just fear of different things,&amp;nbsp;and others it is depression..We all have our reasons..&lt;br /&gt;Then there are other people who want to protect...As a mother wants to protect her children&amp;nbsp; and then there is God who wants to protect us all and keep us safe near him. To keep us from harm and evil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light is&amp;nbsp;terrible in the&amp;nbsp;shot&amp;nbsp;and I know you can not see the color&amp;nbsp; I hope you can see it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly ever sale anything..I just want to keep them because of fear and also we put so much of our self into&amp;nbsp;our art.&amp;nbsp; It is not like I do not need the money..lol..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I just suppose I am protecting my self from the fear of being rejected as an artist.. FEAR is a terrible word and Protection is such&amp;nbsp;a wonderful word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your week and I hope for protection&amp;nbsp;to all&amp;nbsp;and may it keep your fears&amp;nbsp; and troubles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-1222949542358913910?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/1222949542358913910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=1222949542358913910&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1222949542358913910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1222949542358913910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-you-think-i-will-ever-sale-or-will-i.html' title='Do You Think I will ever Sale????? Or will I put another piece on my own Wall'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--i_ZGi6D7Nw/TZDTf5Kk1KI/AAAAAAAAA1E/tiIK33YXkLM/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-888775933783765516</id><published>2011-03-19T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T07:35:23.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is almost Spring Time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ed_0Cc5IevI/TYShIP5hJNI/AAAAAAAAA08/9yKCXFPTuC0/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ed_0Cc5IevI/TYShIP5hJNI/AAAAAAAAA08/9yKCXFPTuC0/s400/014.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is just a small piece on canvas..I painted it for my Mom's Birthday..She turned 86....She loves the trees blooming in the spring...So I tried to paint one for her..She loved it and said it was now her tree..So it may not be perfect but to my Mom it was..That is what counts....It now hangs on her wall between pictures of her cat and dog...LOL...&lt;br /&gt;The weather here is wonderful...Warm, take your shoes off and walk in the cool grass...Birds flying, flowers blooming and trees waking up and stretching their arms.. Spring Time......&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-888775933783765516?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/888775933783765516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=888775933783765516&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/888775933783765516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/888775933783765516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-is-almost-spring-time.html' title='It is almost Spring Time....'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ed_0Cc5IevI/TYShIP5hJNI/AAAAAAAAA08/9yKCXFPTuC0/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-7201471924432085392</id><published>2011-03-10T16:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:08:49.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping into the studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jADO_Oj00UI/TXlGuyYInnI/AAAAAAAAA04/qR3xit9OGB4/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jADO_Oj00UI/TXlGuyYInnI/AAAAAAAAA04/qR3xit9OGB4/s400/013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have had a little time to step into my studio..It almost seems like&amp;nbsp;it belongs to someone else.&amp;nbsp; I sit down in my chair and look around.&amp;nbsp; I pick up this and that and lay it all aside.&amp;nbsp; I get up and&amp;nbsp;I walk around.&amp;nbsp; I start to walk out and then I step back&amp;nbsp;and take one more look around.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I see different types of canvas laying around..Some that have paint on them some of them still white with no beginning.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I start to touch some of the ones that have beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;I pick up this piece you see now..I had started it along time ago.&amp;nbsp; It is done on canvas board 12x15.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So I picked up the charcoal and started to see something or could I feel it..It does not matter because my hand just started to move..&lt;/blockquote&gt;I suppose it is the mood of an artist that shows in our work..I am in the shadows of life but it is where I belong.&amp;nbsp; God is always there even if we are in the shadows..He will bring us out when it is time..His timing not ours.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and I always enjoy the comments and the visits..I hope I can get around to visit.&amp;nbsp; I do miss seeing&amp;nbsp;all the wonderful art and reading all the&amp;nbsp;words of poetry and stories of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Take care and remember...May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-7201471924432085392?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/7201471924432085392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=7201471924432085392&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7201471924432085392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7201471924432085392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/03/stepping-into-studio.html' title='Stepping into the studio'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jADO_Oj00UI/TXlGuyYInnI/AAAAAAAAA04/qR3xit9OGB4/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-8938069986310393801</id><published>2011-02-23T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T20:47:47.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Covered in Layers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQOgQ9fJJEg/TWW7nr9zk6I/AAAAAAAAA0c/q_3-cQkJdyw/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQOgQ9fJJEg/TWW7nr9zk6I/AAAAAAAAA0c/q_3-cQkJdyw/s640/050.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LAYERS OF LIFE.&amp;nbsp;EACH DAY OF LIFE WE ADD LAYERS. IT COULD BE LAYERS OF GOOD&amp;nbsp;OR BAD, HAPPY OR SAD OR JUST ANGER AND FRUSTRATION AND SOME LAYERS ARE JUST PUT UP BECAUSE THEY&amp;nbsp;ARE PRETTY AND SOME ARE COVERED UP BECAUSE THEY ARE JUST UGLY...&lt;br /&gt;This is just a photograph I took last summer while&amp;nbsp;walking through an old house that was falling in that&amp;nbsp;once was someone's home.&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose what I am saying is I feel covered in layers of life and I do not know which layer to take off.&amp;nbsp; Why because I do not know where to begin. You can try to save the best layer but what if you take off the wrong layer and destroy the one you are trying to save.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So I suppose you just try and pray that God is holding your hand to help you make the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;I have not posted in a while and I have not been keeping up with all other there in blogger land but Life has a way of&amp;nbsp; making us realizing we only have so much time and energy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom did get out of the hospital. She is home but somewhere her fight and spirit did not come home with us.&amp;nbsp; She is still very weak and sick..&amp;nbsp; I keep looking for that woman I call Mother but I can not find her instead I see this little lady that stares into a empty space and looks very tired..&amp;nbsp; Sometime I see her but she seems like she is covered in layers&amp;nbsp;and every once in awhile a piece falls off and I get a small glimpse of my Mom.&amp;nbsp; It is all in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;So Hospice has come in to help and trust me it is not enough help.. In life there are only certain times&amp;nbsp;that I wish I had been blessed with more income. This is one of those times when&amp;nbsp;you want to take care of the people you love and money is an issue..&amp;nbsp;Such as Life..Right...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I am just rambling on and if you have not been reading my blog you will wonder why is she writing about all this.. It is called the love of family.. My Mother and my friend.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank everyone of you for your prayers and your kind comments..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so very much.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-8938069986310393801?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/8938069986310393801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=8938069986310393801&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8938069986310393801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8938069986310393801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/02/covered-in-layers.html' title='Covered in Layers'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQOgQ9fJJEg/TWW7nr9zk6I/AAAAAAAAA0c/q_3-cQkJdyw/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-5779592633079198269</id><published>2011-02-09T04:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:44:35.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the quiet&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TVJpS8IzokI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/AolsVGhsTL0/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TVJpS8IzokI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/AolsVGhsTL0/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I need to hear the quiet in my head.&amp;nbsp; My Mom went into rehab last Friday to get stronger from being in the hospital.. Things went wrong and that did not happen.. Instead they did not do their job..They were to take care of her and they did not.. Sunday we had to bring her back to the hospital where now she has pneumonia. &amp;nbsp; She is very weak and tired but she is a fighter..&amp;nbsp; I have been staying at the hospital with her.&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this&amp;nbsp; I ask for your prayers for my Mom...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-5779592633079198269?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/5779592633079198269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=5779592633079198269&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5779592633079198269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5779592633079198269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-is-quiet.html' title='Where is the quiet&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TVJpS8IzokI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/AolsVGhsTL0/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-2766188441904182989</id><published>2011-02-05T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T20:00:34.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TU3-HqD3OgI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/-iM83gJbHlE/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TU3-HqD3OgI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/-iM83gJbHlE/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sitting at the hospital and now&amp;nbsp;getting my Mom into Rehab to help her regain her strength..I have been working in my sketch book.&amp;nbsp; I put it in my back pack with my pencils and crayons. and off we go to sit and sit...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where she came from but it&amp;nbsp;is titled First Love...With the hearts&amp;nbsp;and it seems to me she just received her first kiss..&amp;nbsp; Do you remember your first kiss?&amp;nbsp; Well let me hear those stories.. I know you remember but do you want to share..LOL...I remember my first kiss. It did not make hearts on my cheeks..It was terrible..HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank every one for your thoughts and prayers... &lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a blessed weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-2766188441904182989?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/2766188441904182989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=2766188441904182989&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2766188441904182989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2766188441904182989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-love.html' title='First Love.....'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TU3-HqD3OgI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/-iM83gJbHlE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-938147805479203868</id><published>2011-02-03T00:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:09:33.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wating for my Mommie to come Home.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TUo54VMCb4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/OQh_vfCrxiQ/s1600/082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TUo54VMCb4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/OQh_vfCrxiQ/s400/082.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you read my blog You know I posted about My Mom on my last post....This is her baby&amp;nbsp;Jacksone looking out the window.&amp;nbsp; My Mom is in the hospital since last Friday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yet again Thank God she is better but she will have to go to rehab to regain her strength.&amp;nbsp; So Jacksone misses her very much and she does miss him.&amp;nbsp; That is her baby.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you guys who read the last post and ones who didn't can go back and read it.&amp;nbsp; There was a&amp;nbsp;blogger&amp;nbsp; who sent me a message if she could use my Mom for a painting.. She&amp;nbsp;did and it is wonderful.&amp;nbsp;Joji captured the moment perfect.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You should go over and give it a look.. Ok since&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;still have not learned to figured out&amp;nbsp;how to do it the easy way .&amp;nbsp; I will have to just type her blog and then you will have to&amp;nbsp;search for it .Sorry computer dummy.&amp;nbsp; Please send me step by instructions on how to do that....&amp;nbsp; Her site is called&amp;nbsp; The art of Joji Roper Todd&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you Joji...&lt;br /&gt;If my words are all jumbled up..I am tired, { I ask for all your prayers and thoughts for my my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers and thoughts and inspiration to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-938147805479203868?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/938147805479203868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=938147805479203868&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/938147805479203868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/938147805479203868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/02/wating-for-my-mommie-to-come-home.html' title='Wating for my Mommie to come Home.......'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TUo54VMCb4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/OQh_vfCrxiQ/s72-c/082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-8871844084857776597</id><published>2011-01-23T22:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:27:49.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ART OF PUTTING ON RED LIPSTICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TTz6zdw07pI/AAAAAAAAA0A/X5dZBqTIJ8o/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TTz6zdw07pI/AAAAAAAAA0A/X5dZBqTIJ8o/s320/016.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TTz6D2M1MRI/AAAAAAAAAz8/MHiYxXAnQ0U/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TTz6D2M1MRI/AAAAAAAAAz8/MHiYxXAnQ0U/s320/017.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TTz5fw9YaxI/AAAAAAAAAz4/TFHQ-x0ZTWk/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TTz5fw9YaxI/AAAAAAAAAz4/TFHQ-x0ZTWk/s320/020.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;If anyone reads my blog..You will know this is my Mother..&amp;nbsp;I remember when I was a kid, watching my Mother put her lipstick on..I remember&amp;nbsp; how beautiful she looked.. So one day I decided to buy a tube of red lipstick and give it to her for a surprise..She loves getting things..She is now&amp;nbsp;in her second child hood.&lt;br /&gt;So when she opened it..She said, Now let me give you a lesson on how to put lipstick on.........Even at 85 she did it perfect.. So I do believe it is an art..How to paint your lips Red.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To me she is still beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;She is slowing slipping away from me as the woman I knew..The thing that remains the same is how much she loves me and even if sometimes as we are holding hands and she swings her arms as best friend do when they are walking...It is a memory I will always cherish..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love you Mother, and best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-8871844084857776597?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/8871844084857776597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=8871844084857776597&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8871844084857776597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8871844084857776597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/01/art-of-putting-on-red-lipstick.html' title='THE ART OF PUTTING ON RED LIPSTICK'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TTz6zdw07pI/AAAAAAAAA0A/X5dZBqTIJ8o/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-8466621936674791863</id><published>2011-01-18T08:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:55:22.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The artist holds the story of my beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TTWaaH0D8TI/AAAAAAAAAzk/b2ANPnuA5HQ/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TTWaaH0D8TI/AAAAAAAAAzk/b2ANPnuA5HQ/s640/018.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Being and&amp;nbsp; individual is never simple.&amp;nbsp; When we think of our self it is as there are a multitude of people in our self..The deepest level of the human heart there is not a singular self. Deep within, there is&amp;nbsp; gallery of different selves.Each one expresses a different part of our nature. Sometimes they contradict us and conflict with each other.&amp;nbsp; If we let them it will start an inner battle that could haunt you the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;We need to meet these parts of our self in an inward place.&amp;nbsp;With out their existence we become diminished and the access to our imagination is blocked.&amp;nbsp; Yes I have been talking about our imagination and its wonder.&lt;br /&gt;If we accept who we are and let all those people, things be apart of us then we can&amp;nbsp;start to accept who we are...Artist...&lt;br /&gt;So this girl is part of me..,&amp;nbsp;I shall name her Vissy..Short for invisible.. So meet Vissy. She is invisible to the world until I decide to take her out and introduce her to the world.&lt;br /&gt;We all have so many things in our imagination..Some people will love, hate and not understand but do not let that stand in your way..IT IS WHO YOU ARE...SO SET YOUR IMAGINATION FREE AND ENJOY WHO YOU ARE....&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-8466621936674791863?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/8466621936674791863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=8466621936674791863&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8466621936674791863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8466621936674791863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/01/artist-holds-story-of-my-beginning.html' title='The artist holds the story of my beginning.'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TTWaaH0D8TI/AAAAAAAAAzk/b2ANPnuA5HQ/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-7992277491602345583</id><published>2011-01-14T14:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T07:53:41.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketch book and re reading Art and Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TTCoVFP8PlI/AAAAAAAAAzg/lAvUuFXpnmM/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TTCoVFP8PlI/AAAAAAAAAzg/lAvUuFXpnmM/s400/017.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sketch book.. I was going to say again I do not sketch people very well. Then I probably would go into the things I really do not do anything well.. Yet I want go there..I am still sick with this cold or what ever.. I finally went to the doctor that I do not know..The ones you just stop in and say you do not know anything about me but could you please make me better.. LOL..So they gave me med's and 2 shots..One shot no problem the other..OH MY GOODNESS..I could not walk out of there in a normal way..They said it would make me better..I do not think I believe them....&lt;br /&gt;So I started re reading Art and Fear..I am searching&amp;nbsp;to accept my self as an artist.&amp;nbsp;I still can not say it out loud because I am not sure I&amp;nbsp;have the right to call my self an artist.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I do not try to sale my art not on a large scale..I do not have enough confidence in my self.&amp;nbsp; So I begin to read again..&lt;br /&gt;The first paragraph of Art and Fear&lt;br /&gt;Making art is difficult.&amp;nbsp; We leave drawings unfinished and stories unwritten.&amp;nbsp; We do work that does not feel like our own. We repeat our-selves.&amp;nbsp; We stop before we have mastered our materials, or continue on long after their potential is exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week end.&amp;nbsp; Stay strong in Art.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-7992277491602345583?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/7992277491602345583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=7992277491602345583&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7992277491602345583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7992277491602345583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/01/sketch-book-and-re-reading-art-and-fear.html' title='Sketch book and re reading Art and Fear'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TTCoVFP8PlI/AAAAAAAAAzg/lAvUuFXpnmM/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-2156546813699410618</id><published>2011-01-09T16:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:35:34.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TSo0UpXl0bI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/0FXSn5zGktI/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TSo0UpXl0bI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/0FXSn5zGktI/s400/020.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sketch book.....With the help of my Derwent Inktense pencils....Hope everyone has a good week..They say snow in the south..We shall see. I am inside with a stinking cold..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Made chicken soup that did not help..I have been drinking hot tea that did not help.Now,drinking Hot chocolate it is&amp;nbsp;not helping but it is so&amp;nbsp;good..I threw a chocolate kiss in for extra vitamin..lol.... Chocolate is a vitamin ...Right?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;May you always dream in color.When you&amp;nbsp;dream in black and white go ahead and get those colored pencils out..Go ahead color outside the lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-2156546813699410618?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/2156546813699410618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=2156546813699410618&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2156546813699410618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2156546813699410618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/01/almost.html' title='ALMOST'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TSo0UpXl0bI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/0FXSn5zGktI/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-2020672730549997605</id><published>2011-01-05T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:10:06.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a Man I promise......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TSUhyLdU7BI/AAAAAAAAAzA/__3d0miDVU0/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TSUhyLdU7BI/AAAAAAAAAzA/__3d0miDVU0/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is done in my sketch pad&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;9x12.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have decided I love to work on paper..&amp;nbsp;The bad thing is I have to erase and erase.&amp;nbsp; LOL....When I started this piece I was&amp;nbsp; looking at famous person&amp;nbsp;and as You know I am not a Face person..So it really looks nothing&amp;nbsp;like him...&lt;br /&gt;So I have a quiz for you...Tell me who you might think it is and I wonder how many answers I will get..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was just curious if any one will get close to who it is..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and and giving me your guess.&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color,&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-2020672730549997605?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/2020672730549997605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=2020672730549997605&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2020672730549997605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2020672730549997605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-is-man-i-promise.html' title='It is a Man I promise......'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TSUhyLdU7BI/AAAAAAAAAzA/__3d0miDVU0/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-1775798654188789713</id><published>2010-12-31T23:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:40:13.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time for a New Year and a New Smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR67rWNBZPI/AAAAAAAAAyw/pVweYhdCFfw/s1600/125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR67rWNBZPI/AAAAAAAAAyw/pVweYhdCFfw/s400/125.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope everyone has a Happy New Year and I hope you will have a year full of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;2011 Look out world..It is time for all artist to be filled with inspiration , peace and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-1775798654188789713?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/1775798654188789713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=1775798654188789713&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1775798654188789713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1775798654188789713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-is-time-for-new-year-and-new-smile.html' title='It is time for a New Year and a New Smile.'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR67rWNBZPI/AAAAAAAAAyw/pVweYhdCFfw/s72-c/125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-1479821305940020216</id><published>2010-12-15T15:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:34:33.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart And Sew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TQkyCg0Vk8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/z1MVlQNeM3w/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TQkyCg0Vk8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/z1MVlQNeM3w/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have not had much time for the studio. &amp;nbsp;I am spending&amp;nbsp; most of my time with my Mom.&amp;nbsp; She is not doing well..She is getting more and more confused..Her dreams and reality are forming into one..&amp;nbsp;When she sleeps which is a lot but when she wakes up her dream continues on.. I could go on with story after story of her dreams..&lt;br /&gt;To get to the pillow.&amp;nbsp; Which is what you see in the photograph.. My Mom sewed when we were growing up.&lt;br /&gt;She sewed for us and she sewed for others.. She later opened&amp;nbsp;a shop&amp;nbsp;when I was in school.&amp;nbsp; She loved to sew, knit&amp;nbsp;,crotchet and anything to do with thread&amp;nbsp;or fabric.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now she can not remember how to sew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet she is always dreaming of beautiful fabrics..Wonderful Dresses made in all colors.. Boxes and Rooms filled with fabric.. She has twice got the scissors and cut her sheet in half&amp;nbsp; and then a pair of her pj's...When I ask her why she cut these things..She always says they needed repairing... No more scissors....&lt;br /&gt;I decided to get some felt that we could cut together for fun..So we cut flowers out with no pattern...We did a few and then she says Ouch these scissors are hurting my hand... Just as a child would do after a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take the flowers we cut out and I made this simple pillow out of burlap and then tried to sew the words by hand..&amp;nbsp; "Me And You" ..I am going to give it to her for a Christmas gift..&amp;nbsp; A memory we can keep....&lt;br /&gt;Treasure every moment you have with your Mom.&amp;nbsp; If&amp;nbsp;your Mom is already left this world..Make something for in Memory of her... Just for&amp;nbsp;your heart and soul...Or as for me and my Mom.....Heart and Sew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS will be my last post for this year..I just want to say thank you to everyone that follows me and the ones who just stop by..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;You all inspire me, and make me smile and sometimes laugh at loud .Then there are times your honesty of pain and sorrow makes&amp;nbsp;me cry..I &amp;nbsp;feel blessed for your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I hope all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-1479821305940020216?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/1479821305940020216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=1479821305940020216&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1479821305940020216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1479821305940020216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/12/heart-and-sew.html' title='Heart And Sew'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TQkyCg0Vk8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/z1MVlQNeM3w/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-8217223434617000160</id><published>2010-12-05T18:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:54:25.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketch Book Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TPwvAVtbtuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/faNPjUJJLPw/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TPwvAVtbtuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/faNPjUJJLPw/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is a day for staying inside by the fire place. The temperature dropped last night and it is cold in the south. So what do you do when that happens? You pick up the sketch book and think about warmth and nesting.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;br /&gt;This little piece is done on watercolor paper 9x12 size.Using my Derwent Inktense pencils.These are so much fun and wonderful color..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called this little piece Family Protection...It started with sketching the people and I decided not to put faces on them and somehow I say eggs in their heads and then I just started with trying to sketch a nest behind them.&amp;nbsp;It was not so much thinking of families protecting their children but how we as humans should protect the earth and the small things that sometimes can&amp;nbsp;not take care of them self. To protect the trees and what lives in the Forrest.&lt;br /&gt;That is my story..You may see another one.&lt;br /&gt;If it is cold were you are snuggle up and stay warm..If it is warm where you are send some of your sunshine this way.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week.&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-8217223434617000160?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/8217223434617000160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=8217223434617000160&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8217223434617000160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8217223434617000160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/12/sketch-book-sunday.html' title='Sketch Book Sunday'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TPwvAVtbtuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/faNPjUJJLPw/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3484544264469932478</id><published>2010-11-24T15:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T15:33:33.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TO2BUKBkz9I/AAAAAAAAAxI/2Vs-C350o6Q/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TO2BUKBkz9I/AAAAAAAAAxI/2Vs-C350o6Q/s400/007.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is done on wood 20x20..Acrylic.... I think this is finished but I am waiting..I have not signed it yet..I have put it aside and will look at it later..&lt;br /&gt;I have titled it Peaceful Chaos... When I started this I was listening to Native American Flute Music..I painted to the music and some how me and my paint become part of the music.It was peaceful and it was calming..&lt;br /&gt;Even among all the chaos in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving..&amp;nbsp;I hope everyone has something to be thankful for even if it is&amp;nbsp;just the simple pleasure of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I form the light and create darkness,&lt;br /&gt;I bring prosperity and create disaster,&lt;br /&gt;I, the Lord, do all these things......Isaiah 45:7&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3484544264469932478?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3484544264469932478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3484544264469932478&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3484544264469932478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3484544264469932478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/11/peaceful-chaos.html' title='Peaceful Chaos'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TO2BUKBkz9I/AAAAAAAAAxI/2Vs-C350o6Q/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-5386298555859654913</id><published>2010-11-16T16:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T16:34:21.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditate With Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TOMCwTmMNuI/AAAAAAAAAxE/dGdyLf8C-Ck/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TOMCwTmMNuI/AAAAAAAAAxE/dGdyLf8C-Ck/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I have not been posting very much art lately..You know why because I have&amp;nbsp;not the Time or the Energy...&amp;nbsp; Today I did find a little time and I had some duck cloth and I thought why not..Always start with Gesso..Then I had some left over paint that I had started another piece but I am sending it to a friend.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I would share that one with you but I want her to see it first..&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to meditate to try to release stress and more stress..LOL...The words I read first&amp;nbsp;from my Bible.Then I wrote it down and then I just started sketching..Which I am not a face person..I need a lot of practice..A LOT.... YEARS......I enjoyed it and as&amp;nbsp;you see she has a really long neck...Why because earlier I was looking at Modigliani.&amp;nbsp; Not that mine looks anything like his.. I am just saying that is where it is coming from..&lt;br /&gt;Meditation&amp;nbsp;must come from the heart to find peace.&amp;nbsp; So this is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hope you have a good week and may you always dream in color.....&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight....Psalm 19:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-5386298555859654913?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/5386298555859654913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=5386298555859654913&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5386298555859654913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5386298555859654913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/11/meditate-with-your-heart.html' title='Meditate With Your Heart'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TOMCwTmMNuI/AAAAAAAAAxE/dGdyLf8C-Ck/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-164977214190819574</id><published>2010-11-05T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:26:23.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a Time for Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TNS2yzGFZ5I/AAAAAAAAAw8/utC8Y4oW77I/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TNS2yzGFZ5I/AAAAAAAAAw8/utC8Y4oW77I/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you remember I am de-cluttering in my life and in my home and studio..I am still working at it and as I said once before it could take a life time..I am on my way and still have a long way to go..I do have a collection to take away..So as I took this&amp;nbsp;photo&amp;nbsp;it reminded me sometimes beauty is in the compacting of things no longer needed.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is my time in life ....a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away....Ecclesiastes 3:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-164977214190819574?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/164977214190819574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=164977214190819574&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/164977214190819574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/164977214190819574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/11/there-is-time-for-everything.html' title='There is a Time for Everything'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TNS2yzGFZ5I/AAAAAAAAAw8/utC8Y4oW77I/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-2589069403076810878</id><published>2010-10-29T16:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:33:04.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMs51VnyAjI/AAAAAAAAAw4/kzLiUoqKsjw/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMs51VnyAjI/AAAAAAAAAw4/kzLiUoqKsjw/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastels.&amp;nbsp; I love flowers and yet&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; am not a flower person when it comes to drawing or painting or pastels.&lt;br /&gt;My Mom loves Iris and if you can tell what it is..It is suppose to be an Iris...LOL..&amp;nbsp; If you click on it you might be able to see better.&lt;br /&gt;My Mom has been really keeping me busy.. She now gets confused and dreams.&amp;nbsp; Her dreams seem so real to her that when she wakes up she thinks it is real.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So we have&amp;nbsp; visitors all the time in my Mom's mind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It brings me laughter yet it worries me also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY Can someone help me with the&amp;nbsp;blank space I have on my sidebar...I have went into the HTML and&amp;nbsp; I can not find info on my side bar..Does anyone&amp;nbsp; know how to fix this..I am computer dummie.&lt;br /&gt;I would appreciate any help.&amp;nbsp; Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High and will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.&amp;nbsp; Psalm 91:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-2589069403076810878?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/2589069403076810878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=2589069403076810878&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2589069403076810878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2589069403076810878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/10/weekend-time.html' title='Weekend Time'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMs51VnyAjI/AAAAAAAAAw4/kzLiUoqKsjw/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-2669437373421426272</id><published>2010-10-26T15:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:52:15.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall and Friends</title><content type='html'>I have not been posting lately and have been De- cluttering my studio&amp;nbsp;and my home and my self.&amp;nbsp; I did not realize how much junk I was holding onto.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have got rid of a lot&amp;nbsp; but I still have a long way to go. Today I decided&amp;nbsp;to take a walk just in my yard.&amp;nbsp; I decided to go under my&amp;nbsp; one and only&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;large tree in my yard.. My Mom calls it our playhouse..So I am playing. First I decided to visit Mr. Rock.&amp;nbsp;He is the foundation of my playhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMc17ZLp2cI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QT4Mj4_XvbU/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMc17ZLp2cI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QT4Mj4_XvbU/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then&amp;nbsp; I found the guy who is in charge of my one tree Forrest.&amp;nbsp; He is one funny character but full of stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMc2S1A2eVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/O4BPZFO3X20/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMc2S1A2eVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/O4BPZFO3X20/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The I&amp;nbsp; met these two girls.&amp;nbsp; They are best friends and you know how important a best friend is.&amp;nbsp; Priceless!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMc2ryBaFNI/AAAAAAAAAwY/gitYLadfCeU/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMc2ryBaFNI/AAAAAAAAAwY/gitYLadfCeU/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So this little guy&amp;nbsp;followed me from my studio..He is full of mischief and magic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMc3EL0ysRI/AAAAAAAAAwc/KCBTmZyL1Xg/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMc3EL0ysRI/AAAAAAAAAwc/KCBTmZyL1Xg/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my One Tree Forest that is in my yard.. He has friends all behind him but they belong to someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMc30KzGZCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/FDolL5TYFLE/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMc30KzGZCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/FDolL5TYFLE/s320/011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So as I was telling you I am de-cluttering my life. I have cleaned and still cleaning it may take a while or a Life Time but I am using this to help me get organized.&amp;nbsp; Click on the picture below to see a much closer view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMc4NJuOZPI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Y9rU3eHfEyY/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMc4NJuOZPI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Y9rU3eHfEyY/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enjoy the week and please stop by again soon. I hope I will be doing something creative.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and Peace.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-2669437373421426272?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/2669437373421426272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=2669437373421426272&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2669437373421426272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2669437373421426272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-and-friends.html' title='Fall and Friends'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TMc17ZLp2cI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QT4Mj4_XvbU/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-7015325329900899410</id><published>2010-10-11T19:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:10:42.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TLOxs-6MZFI/AAAAAAAAAwE/iBdMebgVc4s/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526956554073171026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TLOxs-6MZFI/AAAAAAAAAwE/iBdMebgVc4s/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is done on wood 15x15.....Dreams are a normal for me and I keep a journal of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Some are just dreams and some should be listened to and some we will understand in a later time of our life..Do I believe in dreams?  Yes but we have to listen close to them.  Some are just dreams of nothing or are they?  I dream in color and so much detail it is amazing and sometimes confusing. This dream what I remember the most and was so clear was a male voice and He said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Katelen&lt;/span&gt; Dial 9      ....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; 911 just the number 9.&lt;br /&gt;9  if you read has so many meanings..I do not listen to them..It has to have a meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;One day I will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;He said he had a connection to the number 9.&lt;br /&gt;He also had a song #9 Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long ago&lt;br /&gt;Was it in a dream,was it just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;I know, yes I know.&lt;br /&gt;Seemed so very real,it seemed so real to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;Through the heat whispered trees&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could hear&lt;br /&gt;Someone call out my name as it started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever dream of numbers?&lt;br /&gt;What do dreams mean to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week.&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-7015325329900899410?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/7015325329900899410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=7015325329900899410&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7015325329900899410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7015325329900899410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/10/dreams-and-9.html' title='Dreams and 9'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TLOxs-6MZFI/AAAAAAAAAwE/iBdMebgVc4s/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-6467851432851724259</id><published>2010-10-01T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:53:01.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Time to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TKaNgggeBdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/rlngQSyYgho/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523257582637942226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TKaNgggeBdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/rlngQSyYgho/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun to paint with crayons on Tar Paper......Have a great weekend..Enjoy each moment.&lt;br /&gt;Come on Prepare your self for the journey.&lt;br /&gt;Or prepare your heart for the good and bad of the journey, because it makes you become who you are.&lt;br /&gt;So come on pick up the crayons..  You know you want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-6467851432851724259?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/6467851432851724259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=6467851432851724259&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6467851432851724259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6467851432851724259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-is-time-to.html' title='It is Time to'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TKaNgggeBdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/rlngQSyYgho/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-2610167563463825251</id><published>2010-09-24T17:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:39:18.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Sit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TJ0j8xCrS9I/AAAAAAAAAvs/yDOJlEn4AUQ/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520608245089782738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TJ0j8xCrS9I/AAAAAAAAAvs/yDOJlEn4AUQ/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a piece done on paper. A mix media piece.   You might want to click on to see the colors.  It is really hard to capture the coppers and silvers..&lt;br /&gt; Below is just a close up the messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TJ0jdBb43DI/AAAAAAAAAvk/nqtW-SNV_Go/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520607699734682674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TJ0jdBb43DI/AAAAAAAAAvk/nqtW-SNV_Go/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can not believe it has been a month since I have posted. So much going on in my life, yet not worth sharing. It would be all rude, dark and depressing and who wants to hear that. NO ONE..&lt;br /&gt;So I have stayed away. I have stopped in on a few of you and left a comment or two..I am sorry to say I have not done much of that either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will leave you with a few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to accept fear and anger with a genuine loving-kindness for ourselves, and then let them go. If you suppress them, the attachment nurtures their roots. It is all right to let it come and let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Peace.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-2610167563463825251?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/2610167563463825251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=2610167563463825251&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2610167563463825251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2610167563463825251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-i-sit.html' title='Here I Sit'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TJ0j8xCrS9I/AAAAAAAAAvs/yDOJlEn4AUQ/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-5452748444371042582</id><published>2010-08-23T13:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:45:13.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What does this Mean To You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/THK48tWByjI/AAAAAAAAAvA/NTkS_PvCJB8/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508668647331187250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/THK48tWByjI/AAAAAAAAAvA/NTkS_PvCJB8/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sew I have been trying to learn.. Why just because I love old fabric and love the color of thread running through fabric, with words of poetry written on the old worn fabric..No it will not be perfect, but it is what I want it to be..Just like me imperfect but with inner beauty....LOL...&lt;br /&gt;So you ask why this little tiny tie and the words Tie On One..If you are from the south there is a saying He or She really tied one on..Which means really had too much to drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is not what this one means..First I love ties, I collect them mostly vintage and strange.&lt;br /&gt;I wear them sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;TIE&lt;br /&gt;is really a strong word and to put around ones neck and to tie it on.&lt;br /&gt;You are creating a bond. To unite in a relationship where it be of Love or Friendship. You are making a connection of two things. An attachment..&lt;br /&gt;So many words can relate to the word tie.. So to me it is just a symbol of Life..&lt;br /&gt;Tie&lt;br /&gt;Bond&lt;br /&gt;Bind&lt;br /&gt;Connect&lt;br /&gt;Attach&lt;br /&gt;Unite&lt;br /&gt;All these words are needed where it be in friendship or Love. Which really are just one word created into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week and tie one on and see how it feels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-5452748444371042582?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/5452748444371042582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=5452748444371042582&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5452748444371042582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5452748444371042582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-does-this-mean-to-you.html' title='What does this Mean To You?'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/THK48tWByjI/AAAAAAAAAvA/NTkS_PvCJB8/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-6421792247748184817</id><published>2010-08-13T16:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T17:02:50.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What does your Throne look like???????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TGW-_QslTBI/AAAAAAAAAu4/D0eHsADWiN0/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505016113553296402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TGW-_QslTBI/AAAAAAAAAu4/D0eHsADWiN0/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This done in pastel..I love pastel yet I always never work in it..When I do I remember that I love to work in the touch of its softness and bold beautiful colors .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been working in my house trying to motivate my self  and paint pieces of furniture that have been waiting..I finished one piece and it is red and I love it..It was my great grandmother's.  I do hope she would approve that I painted her furniture Red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this piece which is not perfect but it is for me and it made me think ..To be a Queen you must have a throne... Throne's can come in all sizes and shapes.  So tell me girls what does your throne look like?    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in Color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is but one cause of human failure, and that is man's lack of faith in his true self.......William James&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-6421792247748184817?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/6421792247748184817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=6421792247748184817&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6421792247748184817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6421792247748184817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-does-your-throne-look-like.html' title='What does your Throne look like???????'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TGW-_QslTBI/AAAAAAAAAu4/D0eHsADWiN0/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-2142536017799483529</id><published>2010-08-10T19:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:13:03.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty of Corrosion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TGH2QuKIMDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yNVLNQwnthM/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503950986752307250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TGH2QuKIMDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yNVLNQwnthM/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BEAUTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TGH1RZzLtmI/AAAAAAAAAug/pobUyed5Yz4/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503949898955601506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TGH1RZzLtmI/AAAAAAAAAug/pobUyed5Yz4/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TGH0m-ky_NI/AAAAAAAAAuY/yp3cLoMYBxs/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503949170092997842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TGH0m-ky_NI/AAAAAAAAAuY/yp3cLoMYBxs/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrosion..  These are photos taken through the walk of yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All chance, direction, which thous canst not see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All discord, harmony not understood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All partial evil, universal good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One truth is clear, Whatever Is,  Is Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexander Pope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-2142536017799483529?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/2142536017799483529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=2142536017799483529&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2142536017799483529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2142536017799483529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/08/beauty-of-corrosion.html' title='Beauty of Corrosion'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TGH2QuKIMDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yNVLNQwnthM/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3177647588726132748</id><published>2010-08-02T19:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:55:49.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TFdgUsDVfeI/AAAAAAAAAuA/yVU_tT1Dt3I/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500971378395151842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TFdgUsDVfeI/AAAAAAAAAuA/yVU_tT1Dt3I/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our dreams sometime haunt us.  Dreamers and believers of dreams when they awake and recall the dreams.  I pick up the pen to recall my dreams seeing them and remember the fear of them and the not knowing what they mean to us..  Traveling at the speed of light locked inside trying to get out  realizing I am alone and trapped. ..Then we come unto another fear the door and not knowing what is behind it and when we do enter the rain is pouring down so hard and we can not see  only feel the darkness and feel the cold of the rain that is soaking our body..Walking toward nothing but hoping for peace and light..Then until we realize I am dreaming, wake up, wake up..Is dawn..Your are traveling in the spirit world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece is titled Spirit...It is a dream and sometimes our dreams are fears.  Fears are large at times and they make the night long when we are traveling in the Spirit World of the Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your dreams be of peaceful things but when they are not and are filled with fear..Just realize I am dreaming...Wake UP....And hope it is just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound  fear,&lt;br /&gt;the door with no knob.&lt;br /&gt;Rain,Rain,Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3177647588726132748?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3177647588726132748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3177647588726132748&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3177647588726132748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3177647588726132748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams-and-fears.html' title='Dreams and Fears'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TFdgUsDVfeI/AAAAAAAAAuA/yVU_tT1Dt3I/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-5004268259730953680</id><published>2010-07-21T19:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:56:25.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TEeP0_HC27I/AAAAAAAAAt4/F5-doqwAUvo/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496520010685930418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TEeP0_HC27I/AAAAAAAAAt4/F5-doqwAUvo/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For this piece is 15x15 on birch wood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday, and our present thoughts build our life of tomorrow.  Our life is the creation of our mind.............Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirt,Rain,Sun,Grass,Paper,Art.&lt;br /&gt;The love of Paper.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-5004268259730953680?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/5004268259730953680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=5004268259730953680&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5004268259730953680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5004268259730953680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-of-paper.html' title='The Love of Paper'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TEeP0_HC27I/AAAAAAAAAt4/F5-doqwAUvo/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-5968254973355309901</id><published>2010-07-15T09:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:24:56.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen Of Heart's.....Re post from 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TD8fYkAEDPI/AAAAAAAAAtw/uEOTc-Qd_9M/s1600/img016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494144577256557810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TD8fYkAEDPI/AAAAAAAAAtw/uEOTc-Qd_9M/s400/img016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys have not been to the Altered Page..You should!  Seth is a wonderful artist and always is coming up with new things to do..This is a re post from 2009...&lt;br /&gt;Seth calls this Buried Treasure..Look on his blog to meet some wonderful artist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thealteredpage.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thealteredpage.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;This is a piece I done on canvas...I decided to re post it because we are the queen of our own heart. I just keep forgetting this..&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-5968254973355309901?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/5968254973355309901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=5968254973355309901&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5968254973355309901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5968254973355309901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/07/queen-of-heartsre-post-from-2009.html' title='Queen Of Heart&apos;s.....Re post from 2009'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TD8fYkAEDPI/AAAAAAAAAtw/uEOTc-Qd_9M/s72-c/img016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-7372844045305570931</id><published>2010-07-13T14:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T15:13:11.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Here I Sit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TDzCqir3I-I/AAAAAAAAAto/F6HBVKuPZVE/s1600/img068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493479681606231010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TDzCqir3I-I/AAAAAAAAAto/F6HBVKuPZVE/s400/img068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Water color paper and acrylic and ink...I am so running over with words in my head that they have become to consume me..I have left all these things I feel inside of my self..Stay inside. I have not been in my studio..I have tried to stay away..WHY? Because there is so much inside I do not want to let it go..Sounds crazy for it seems.. So I was driving and all of a sudden I start talking in words of poetry and words of life..Yes out loud..I realized it can not stay inside any longer. I have to work to create but most of all I must write....It may be words that can not be read or it could be words that are so bold you can not ignore them..We shall see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the bird is singing the words for me because I am yet to shy to share so many words of anger, mistrust and most of all just pissed off..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God teaches us through things we may not like..He does not cause the pain but he let's it happen to mold who we should become.. I am watches him through eyes of questioning? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it has been awhile since I have posted and I suppose you guys have thought I had stopped creating. You were right and so let us begin again. Are you ready..I am. I have new eyes and it may not always be perfect my work or it may not always be kind and sweet but it will be what I want to create..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also You guys who follow Seth at The Altered Page Thursday will be buried treasure day..Where artist will pull something out of the past and re post it...So give it a look because there are some wonderful artist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-7372844045305570931?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/7372844045305570931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=7372844045305570931&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7372844045305570931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7372844045305570931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-here-i-sit.html' title='For Here I Sit'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TDzCqir3I-I/AAAAAAAAAto/F6HBVKuPZVE/s72-c/img068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-4385380806338165778</id><published>2010-06-29T07:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T08:09:47.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking the Perfect Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TCns9Qi0Y-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/ldAhfTziBog/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488178158084842466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TCns9Qi0Y-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/ldAhfTziBog/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Me and My Camera, I am on a quest it seems to find the perfect circle.  I have found that is almost impossible.  I have found beauty in so many lost and forgotten circles made for work.  They did their jobs for years to be pitched aside and forgotten. Then I came along their path to find true beauty in them and to realize life has so many circles, we must go around and around in them and then lay them down.  Also sometimes we have to be by our self to complete the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TCnpscg6XuI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/UqkxKAhcP2Y/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488174570705411810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TCnpscg6XuI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/UqkxKAhcP2Y/s400/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are times two circles are needed to do the job.  They have to work as one to get the job done.  Yet it seems so as in life. One wheel wants to go in one direction and one in the other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so they can not work and they come to a full  stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TCnov130WsI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Bz1F7dRoCgo/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488173529540352706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TCnov130WsI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Bz1F7dRoCgo/s400/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then their are the wheels that are bonded together.  So when one gives up the bond keeps pulling the other until it can find it's self and begin to work again as a team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as life, We think we can do it all by our self but it is not so true.  We need that support of the other wheels  so we can continue the circle of Life.  Yes sometimes we do have to do it on our own but it is always nice to have someone along for the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-4385380806338165778?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/4385380806338165778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=4385380806338165778&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4385380806338165778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4385380806338165778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/06/seeking-perfect-circle.html' title='Seeking the Perfect Circle'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TCns9Qi0Y-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/ldAhfTziBog/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-7151093813265144022</id><published>2010-06-21T14:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:28:55.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guard My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TB-9bF71yVI/AAAAAAAAAtA/nGiMBqEpf74/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TB-9bF71yVI/AAAAAAAAAtA/nGiMBqEpf74/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485311144307837266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have not been posting..I really do not have a lot words to say but I am one of those people who can always find a few words even in the darkest days.. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;This piece I done is a metal guard that I found in a old store building. I am not sure what it was but now it is the guard that surrounds the heart to protect it.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am again sharing my heart with everyone to read pain or laughter, you guys get it all. &lt;br /&gt;Too much is going on in my life and so I finally got one piece of art done. I am still outside in the heat with the camera and searching for that perfect shot. Trying to relax and mediatate to calm my mind.  To search for the answers that I have not found. God is using me to make me who I am to become the person he wants me to be..To teach me lessons that will make me closer to him.  &lt;br /&gt;Have a relaxing day.&lt;br /&gt;Remember to always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-7151093813265144022?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/7151093813265144022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=7151093813265144022&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7151093813265144022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7151093813265144022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/06/guard-my-heart.html' title='Guard My Heart'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TB-9bF71yVI/AAAAAAAAAtA/nGiMBqEpf74/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3857815549792011104</id><published>2010-06-10T14:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:54:39.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn off the Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TBE-s6IvZ_I/AAAAAAAAAso/NdYpqHaJd6c/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481231162727688178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TBE-s6IvZ_I/AAAAAAAAAso/NdYpqHaJd6c/s400/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For I have not posted in a long time.  Things in my life have stopped me.. I am not sure I am breathing but I must be because I feel the pain too deep. So I said turn off the lights and took this photo of how it could be possible. Life changes you by just the flip of light switch. So if you take all the light switches and the lights go off.  It should make it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TBE9igGx2eI/AAAAAAAAAsg/TJ9L6PEGyhE/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481229884429818338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TBE9igGx2eI/AAAAAAAAAsg/TJ9L6PEGyhE/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I walked out and saw this beautiful glowing moon. Gold, bright and pulling me into it's light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to walk away and go back inside where it was dark.   Then I realized it is dark outside too or at least in my heart.  It holds Anger, Pain and Broken Love.  Yet the moon was telling me something but I did not understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TBE9C6aK8wI/AAAAAAAAAsY/QADraZE0ksA/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481229341734662914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TBE9C6aK8wI/AAAAAAAAAsY/QADraZE0ksA/s400/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize the wheel of life will continue to turn, I just did not realize there were so many wheels going at one time. Every person has his or hers own wheel.  But they do not all go in the same directions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoy the photos. The words maybe not so much.  That is all I have been doing.  Keeping my camera in my hand and trying to capture that moment.  Because once it is gone it is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you say Joy is greater than sorrow and others say, Nay sorrow is greater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I say unto you, they are inseparable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your door, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.....Kahlil  Gibran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3857815549792011104?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3857815549792011104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3857815549792011104&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3857815549792011104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3857815549792011104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/06/turn-off-lights.html' title='Turn off the Lights'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TBE-s6IvZ_I/AAAAAAAAAso/NdYpqHaJd6c/s72-c/066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3233955877698070274</id><published>2010-05-26T15:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:07:49.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud Watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S_2Inx0N6_I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/wUdPklHUJZM/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475682938921020402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S_2Inx0N6_I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/wUdPklHUJZM/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the day for cloud watching.. Or it was the day I decided to paint this. It had rained and when it rains here the sky is so blue and the clouds are puffy and white and beautiful. So I decided take five minutes and lay back on the grass and look up. OH I see a man running, I see a spirit bird and I see the almost looks like a horse... You can see so many things with using the wonderful word of imagination. My Dad taught me to cloud watch. He could look up in the clouds and show me so many wonderful things..I never knew their were so many things up in the sky. We watched clouds all my life not just as a child but as an adult too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now when I watch clouds now I always think of my Dad and wonder is he putting some of these up for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just done on paper. I did the back ground in blue and just decided to sketch the hieroglyphics in ink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you have not ever took the time to cloud watch..You do not know what is floating above you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So take Five and sit or lay back and look at the sky...What do you see??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good week and may you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3233955877698070274?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3233955877698070274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3233955877698070274&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3233955877698070274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3233955877698070274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/05/cloud-watching.html' title='Cloud Watching'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S_2Inx0N6_I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/wUdPklHUJZM/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3745698093162365617</id><published>2010-05-18T16:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:00:12.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day and Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S_MJEECCxMI/AAAAAAAAAsA/eypATmu3zbo/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472727937591723202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S_MJEECCxMI/AAAAAAAAAsA/eypATmu3zbo/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided on the Graffiti Type of Art. I put mine on Tar Paper used for roofing.. &lt;div&gt;I know I have been looking at some other blogs and it looks like fun..So I tried.. It was fun, I really did not think. I just started putting layers down. And I ask my self what is some of my favorite things? Sun, Moon, Stars and Love!!!!!!!!...So I just went with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is called Day and Night.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have not been posting as much and I miss everyone and I sure have not been visiting as much. The summer there is so much my Mom wants me to do.. Plant flowers and more flowers...Then she is teaching me how to plant a vegetable garden.. Then she wants me to paint her a sign for her front door. I could gone on and on. Oh yes, I know I have to go to the grocery store at least 2-3 times a week..Because she just needs what ever it is NOW!!!!!!!!!!...LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I love her and she loves me. I am lucky to have her but if anyone wants to borrow her for a day or two. HA HA... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3745698093162365617?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3745698093162365617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3745698093162365617&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3745698093162365617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3745698093162365617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-and-night.html' title='Day and Night'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S_MJEECCxMI/AAAAAAAAAsA/eypATmu3zbo/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-6709615296647135770</id><published>2010-05-11T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:01:40.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S-oGA5yvXaI/AAAAAAAAArk/hfpFnj0CUUY/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470191309978295714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S-oGA5yvXaI/AAAAAAAAArk/hfpFnj0CUUY/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been dreaming, which is not unusual for me.  I have always dreamed and remembered them since I was a child.  I wake up and when I know it has a story even if it is simple things. Like this Door and a Heart . I write them down, not always in my journal. It may just be a notebook that I start writing until I can not remember any more.  Some are so insane and some are so beautiful.  Dreams speak to me.  I know some say, your weird they are just dreams. I know some have no meaning but others  tell me a story.  Sometimes I do not know what the story means but one day it will make sense to me. This piece is just done on Tar Paper 20x20..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is simple made and simple words.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet the story is more than just Simple.  It has a powerful Meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-6709615296647135770?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/6709615296647135770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=6709615296647135770&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6709615296647135770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6709615296647135770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/05/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S-oGA5yvXaI/AAAAAAAAArk/hfpFnj0CUUY/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-827061403835740333</id><published>2010-05-02T14:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:57:52.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S93WV_xRr1I/AAAAAAAAArc/h_dBP0zFQ4E/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466761196081360722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S93WV_xRr1I/AAAAAAAAArc/h_dBP0zFQ4E/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As every thing in Life sometimes we do not see things at all on the first glance.  We look over them and they are right in front of our face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S93VysmFZSI/AAAAAAAAArU/T1kd6ERoHvc/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466760589638722850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S93VysmFZSI/AAAAAAAAArU/T1kd6ERoHvc/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It can just take a small turn and it catches our eyes and then we start to look.  To realize the beauty is hidden and sometimes we have to wait and to see the real beauty. It is in nature as in humans.  Sometimes we do not see the real beauty on the outside it is  the inside that really counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S93UJpJw71I/AAAAAAAAArE/B94ez1lMQYs/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466758784828370770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S93UJpJw71I/AAAAAAAAArE/B94ez1lMQYs/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is the Beauty...It was hidden and it made me stop and wait and get to him before he showed the real beauty that was hidden inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do not be so quick to look away and think  there is nothing there.  Get to know them before you are so quick to judge the outside.   You could miss a really beautiful blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good weekend and always keep watching...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-827061403835740333?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/827061403835740333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=827061403835740333&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/827061403835740333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/827061403835740333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/05/hidden-beauty.html' title='Hidden Beauty'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S93WV_xRr1I/AAAAAAAAArc/h_dBP0zFQ4E/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3587097177502319867</id><published>2010-04-21T16:19:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:58:07.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Traveler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S89sd-3t5zI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Lvh2dnkLZck/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462704135372400434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S89sd-3t5zI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Lvh2dnkLZck/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15x18 on birch panel. I could not get a shot of the depth of the colors and so here it is. I hope you can see it. Maybe click on the picture and maybe get a better look. How many times have I said that..LOL..   I do not even think that will help but ,one day I will get it right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a nice week with the spring like weather. In the 70's in the day and cool at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could not ask for better weather. I have been working on this piece for awhile. I put a coat of gesso and then I put paper down that I had varnished and then I put layer of layer of color down. Then it just did not look right. Then I sat there looking then I say the black bird come into my head. So I sketch him and then painted him black. Just the way he is suppose to be. He traveled and traveled to get to me. Where he started from no ones knows. He has traveled for years. You see him visit so many different artists and they capture him on their canvas as they see him and then he moves on. I know one time he was in CA and one time he was in New Mexico and then on and on. This time he stopped at my place in this little state AL. He has left put he is still in my memory and I am sure he will show up again . I think he was flying toward CO and from there he was leaving the states heading toward Brazil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So watch out he may show up at your house and onto your canvas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3587097177502319867?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3587097177502319867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3587097177502319867&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3587097177502319867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3587097177502319867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/04/traveler.html' title='The Traveler'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S89sd-3t5zI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Lvh2dnkLZck/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-2961913497335475925</id><published>2010-04-18T21:24:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:13:32.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S8vFCcGKO7I/AAAAAAAAAq0/wdGfHsqaqog/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461675618809297842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S8vFCcGKO7I/AAAAAAAAAq0/wdGfHsqaqog/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday Evening. With the colors of brown and red and texture of the old and the forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S8vDuIN54II/AAAAAAAAAqs/3bFC3jrW9Es/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461674170364059778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S8vDuIN54II/AAAAAAAAAqs/3bFC3jrW9Es/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the camera travels to another area and I see the line of Life crossing the horizon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S8vB4gif8PI/AAAAAAAAAqc/c3UyVfs2eqs/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461672149668327666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S8vB4gif8PI/AAAAAAAAAqc/c3UyVfs2eqs/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Evening Ends with a Shadow Shot . The Life of a simple old stool gives you the color of nature and life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the Beauty of the Simple Things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-2961913497335475925?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/2961913497335475925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=2961913497335475925&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2961913497335475925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2961913497335475925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-evening.html' title='Sunday Evening'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S8vFCcGKO7I/AAAAAAAAAq0/wdGfHsqaqog/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3351896147930078255</id><published>2010-04-13T21:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:51:51.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS A MYSTERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S8Umkneje4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/8fy4Jjye1Oo/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459812533770877826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S8Umkneje4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/8fy4Jjye1Oo/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24x24 on canvas..If you want to get a better look give a click. I could not get a close view, this is the best I could do. I have a new camera..Can you say still must be the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know you want to know the story behind the piece..OK maybe I just want to tell you..Even on the computer I can not stop sharing my stories. I was riding down the road and I look over and saw this swamp grey, dark and dreary. Mystery in watery darkness with trees standing in the middle with their arms pointing to the sky..To me there was sadness in the trees wanting to dance but could not because they were stuck in the still water of the swamp.&lt;br /&gt;I did not have my camera..Don't you hate that when you see something and you can not get that shot to remember the perfect of the entire surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;So I started this painting, planning on trying to catch that on canvas dark, sadness of trees.&lt;br /&gt;I started with darkness then BOOM these swamp wood witches jump onto my canvas. Dancing and inviting. So I was pulled into their magic .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I will travel down that road again and catch the photo shot of the dark swamp and the trees that were sad..&lt;br /&gt;But today I am dancing with the swamp witches .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3351896147930078255?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3351896147930078255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3351896147930078255&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3351896147930078255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3351896147930078255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-is-mystery.html' title='IT IS A MYSTERY'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S8Umkneje4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/8fy4Jjye1Oo/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-6222443701866553853</id><published>2010-04-09T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:49:30.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EYE BELIEVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7-bTbqliZI/AAAAAAAAAqI/CDrP_vNDd0g/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458252031542528402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7-bTbqliZI/AAAAAAAAAqI/CDrP_vNDd0g/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a 15x20 acrylic on wood..This is one of those you pick up and paint on it and lay it down.  Come back days or weeks and paint on it again and lay it down.. To me I finally finished and it is called Eye Believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe some days are wonderful and some days are not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in good friends and lots of laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe most people in life somewhere have goodness in the heart and I believe some do not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe some days one glass of wine is all I need some days It is not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe I was born for a reason but I have yet to find it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe life is a beautiful journey, if you are looking in the right places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in some of my dreams and some are what I had for dinner....LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe red is my favorite color and yellow is not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe I am a artist with the heart of a poet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe I could go on for every but I am not.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can add to my list...Lets me know what you believe in and lets be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May You Always Dream In Color...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-6222443701866553853?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/6222443701866553853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=6222443701866553853&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6222443701866553853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6222443701866553853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/04/eye-believe.html' title='EYE BELIEVE'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7-bTbqliZI/AAAAAAAAAqI/CDrP_vNDd0g/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-8029541348888801789</id><published>2010-04-06T21:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:48:56.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Key and the Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7vvTg1n2xI/AAAAAAAAAqA/b9fQMwmIWug/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457218492000885522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7vvTg1n2xI/AAAAAAAAAqA/b9fQMwmIWug/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a small mixed media piece. It is made out of a box that came in the mail with junk info. Yet it turn out to be the perfect thing to use for this. Above you see the cover and you open it up and this is what you will see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7vu87lapKI/AAAAAAAAAp4/yV3I4hMLpPE/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457218104043676834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7vu87lapKI/AAAAAAAAAp4/yV3I4hMLpPE/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is in my house sitting on a table with antique door knob plates. I love old antique pieces they put so much more pride in the detail and quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7vueVLrX9I/AAAAAAAAApw/-OB2dsJ74BU/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457217578339098578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7vueVLrX9I/AAAAAAAAApw/-OB2dsJ74BU/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your week and remember You hold the key that opens the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-8029541348888801789?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/8029541348888801789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=8029541348888801789&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8029541348888801789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8029541348888801789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/04/key-and-door.html' title='The Key and the Door'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7vvTg1n2xI/AAAAAAAAAqA/b9fQMwmIWug/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-2010891640961906405</id><published>2010-03-31T20:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T07:42:40.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found Objects or just Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7P25W7aTRI/AAAAAAAAApI/aEIlPNFwo14/s1600/img083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454975038943546642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7P25W7aTRI/AAAAAAAAApI/aEIlPNFwo14/s400/img083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Small piece 5x5 on hand made paper. For my eyes seem to look on the ground more than it does in the direction I am going. Maybe that is why I miss a lot of things, but I seem to find treasures on the ground. So I suppose I really do not miss things, I seem to find things lost by some and then it is my destiny to find them. For many walk the same paths and do glance down once in awhile and see the same things and give it a kick with their foot thinking it just trash on their path. Those people are missing the beauty of found objects. This piece is called&lt;br /&gt;LASTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7P2YJ1sgWI/AAAAAAAAApA/_DbeMuNl5lY/s1600/img080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454974468494229858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7P2YJ1sgWI/AAAAAAAAApA/_DbeMuNl5lY/s400/img080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is another found object while digging through an old building. This one is called GRACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you are one of those people who find beauty in looking down and finding those small treasure or where you are one of those people that call it trash. My thoughts are you do not know what your missing!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.............I am bound on a journey  without end....Sun Yun-feng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-2010891640961906405?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/2010891640961906405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=2010891640961906405&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2010891640961906405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2010891640961906405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-and-found-objects-or-just-faith.html' title='Lost and Found Objects or just Faith'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S7P25W7aTRI/AAAAAAAAApI/aEIlPNFwo14/s72-c/img083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-8710882444928101894</id><published>2010-03-23T16:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:09:54.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S6k2l_SfeII/AAAAAAAAAo4/4StrF4urU24/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451948850180749442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S6k2l_SfeII/AAAAAAAAAo4/4StrF4urU24/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a collage piece 5x7 on canvas board..It is made out of nature, leaves and bark, and grass and the paper that the words are written on it hand made paper from nature. So it is all natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not posted in awhile..Life has keep me away from my computer and art does not seem to be in my world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking care of my Mom seems to take most of my time. I am just very tired and can not find the strength or the inspiration to create.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not whining, okay maybe I am but it is just the truth..I am so very tired both my mind and body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care and may you always dream in color....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..............................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because I made nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stare in the darkness toward so many absences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that have slowly turned me into shadow......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-8710882444928101894?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/8710882444928101894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=8710882444928101894&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8710882444928101894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8710882444928101894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/03/natures-art.html' title='Nature&apos;s Art'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S6k2l_SfeII/AAAAAAAAAo4/4StrF4urU24/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-8681956761504749804</id><published>2010-03-12T17:07:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:13:34.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Take a Walk Looking Through My Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5rUrTa3-fI/AAAAAAAAAow/dKCtvKEKtmg/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447900539670493682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5rUrTa3-fI/AAAAAAAAAow/dKCtvKEKtmg/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever taken a walk looking through someone Else's eyes. Today I will let you walk with me. Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk out the door and as I am looking up I see the storm clouds blowing away and beautiful blue skies are appearing with with puffy clouds..AAH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5rT9IjqW3I/AAAAAAAAAoo/Xc1M4wgN78w/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447899746480577394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5rT9IjqW3I/AAAAAAAAAoo/Xc1M4wgN78w/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stroll along dreaming and I find  my self at the edge of the woods. I am looking at this wonderful tree and vine that had caught hold climbing and climbing searching for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5rRHDDmBOI/AAAAAAAAAog/_ZQq8QHj4zQ/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447896618267706594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5rRHDDmBOI/AAAAAAAAAog/_ZQq8QHj4zQ/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps climbing and climbing.........Are you looking at the texture feeling as you go. The determination of this vine and it's winding journey up to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5rP-ixLh5I/AAAAAAAAAoY/hAsIEwyhzsI/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447895372649957266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5rP-ixLh5I/AAAAAAAAAoY/hAsIEwyhzsI/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL Climbing... Enjoy the beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5rPTtih6WI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/C0IBgx0AAzQ/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447894636806924642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5rPTtih6WI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/C0IBgx0AAzQ/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE ALMOST THERE.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Here and at the top is Spring Time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5rNMxGX1uI/AAAAAAAAAoA/DWQcueNYszk/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447892318480226018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5rNMxGX1uI/AAAAAAAAAoA/DWQcueNYszk/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I OPENED MY EYES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I COULD SHOW THE WHOLE WORLD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE SPRING BLOSSOM.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-8681956761504749804?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/8681956761504749804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=8681956761504749804&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8681956761504749804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8681956761504749804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-take-walk-looking-throughmy-eyes.html' title='Let&apos;s Take a Walk Looking Through My Eyes'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5rUrTa3-fI/AAAAAAAAAow/dKCtvKEKtmg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-4405236387421729320</id><published>2010-03-10T16:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:49:40.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5gd2yE0RnI/AAAAAAAAAn4/NRIh5NKNjyg/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447136576296732274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5gd2yE0RnI/AAAAAAAAAn4/NRIh5NKNjyg/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This post is for Renee, 15x20 on wood.  Our dear friend Renee lost her fight to cancer.  She fought strong and brave . She was a woman who spoke the truth about how she felt.   Somehow she keep her sense of humor.  She inspired many of us.  My prayers and thoughts go out to her family.&lt;br /&gt;So it goes to show One person can have a small light yet light up the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-4405236387421729320?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/4405236387421729320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=4405236387421729320&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4405236387421729320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4405236387421729320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-shall-miss-you.html' title='I shall miss you'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5gd2yE0RnI/AAAAAAAAAn4/NRIh5NKNjyg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-6165840174843043233</id><published>2010-03-07T16:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:45:27.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketch Book Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5Qouqy55AI/AAAAAAAAAnw/A7zjdQ2LQuk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446022631624664066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5Qouqy55AI/AAAAAAAAAnw/A7zjdQ2LQuk/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sketch book and looking close the eyes are not even.LOL...  In life is there a perfect  set of eyes?  Not perfect yet they seem to fit the face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5QoVIZvn1I/AAAAAAAAAno/E7H-BmE4MP0/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446022192895598418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5QoVIZvn1I/AAAAAAAAAno/E7H-BmE4MP0/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we go on to the nose, it seems to fit and then there are the lips..Yes a little bit crooked... or is just mischief....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5Qn1tlq14I/AAAAAAAAAng/wPHRHmN3KOs/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446021653121914754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5Qn1tlq14I/AAAAAAAAAng/wPHRHmN3KOs/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then you put them all together, Is it a perfect face..No,but it all goes together.  I know you can not see all over the face and around I sketch leaves and foliage.. I wanted her to be covered in a veil of greenery.  One day maybe I shall try to paint her coming out from the trees a Forest fairy taking a look into the world outside the forest.  I see it can you ? Looking out from the deep green forest with beautiful shades of green surrounding her and a light veil of vines  covering her.   We shall see but for today she is just waiting in my sketch book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for stopping by and looking in.. I do appreciate all the comments and just the ones who stop in to take a look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-6165840174843043233?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/6165840174843043233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=6165840174843043233&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6165840174843043233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6165840174843043233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/03/sketch-book-sunday.html' title='Sketch Book Sunday'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S5Qouqy55AI/AAAAAAAAAnw/A7zjdQ2LQuk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-8777966523963050914</id><published>2010-02-28T21:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:29:23.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence within our self is good.  Silence from others are not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S4s4EbB72uI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ZxxiYEJdBOM/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443506223233882850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S4s4EbB72uI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ZxxiYEJdBOM/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acrylic on canvas . This piece hangs on my wall in my studio. That is a stupid thing to write since a lot of my art hangs on those walls...LOL... I am a person which never finds it hard to talk..I never meet a stranger. Some of those strangers have become friends.. It is strange when I was a young girl growing up, I never talked. I stayed to my self and was happy writing and drawing. I really did not need communication with others. Then I was called Strange or Weird..&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I started talking to just about anyone that would talk back to me. Now I am called a Artist..LOL....&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life you know someone no matter how much to try to talk to get no response. You get nothing. That is how this piece was created..Out of frustration and a whole lot of sadness. So when someone does not talk to me I pick up my pen and I write and I write and write and then I paint.... Sometimes in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;This piece was created several years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great and creative week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-8777966523963050914?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/8777966523963050914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=8777966523963050914&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8777966523963050914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8777966523963050914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/02/silence-within-our-self-is-good-silence.html' title='Silence within our self is good.  Silence from others are not.'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S4s4EbB72uI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ZxxiYEJdBOM/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-5456474926343096950</id><published>2010-02-23T17:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:05:59.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the bad with the good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S4Rkzo7hcwI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/HwhFWB-ptjE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441585088093582082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S4Rkzo7hcwI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/HwhFWB-ptjE/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sketch book 2010.        Title...WISHFUL THINKING......&lt;br /&gt;I suppose we have to post the bad with the good.. Quick sketch and it is just what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Quick...Done...&lt;br /&gt;No thoughts just drawing.Trying to relax and just wishful thinking..&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I would love to take a trip. With my self and my sketch book, journal and a ton of colored pencils and paints and my camera.  Maybe I will throw a few clothes in  and my toothbrush.  That is it..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week.&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-5456474926343096950?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/5456474926343096950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=5456474926343096950&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5456474926343096950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5456474926343096950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/02/take-bad-with-good.html' title='Take the bad with the good.'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S4Rkzo7hcwI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/HwhFWB-ptjE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-5789307405361110686</id><published>2010-02-16T15:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:54:23.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing through Closed Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S3sIL2eZZEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/a4poahbTynU/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438949974674596930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S3sIL2eZZEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/a4poahbTynU/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sketch Book. 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE ARE TIMES IN LIFE WHEN WE CAN SEE BETTER WITH OUR EYES CLOSED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of those times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-5789307405361110686?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/5789307405361110686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=5789307405361110686&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5789307405361110686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5789307405361110686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/02/seeing-through-closed-eyes.html' title='Seeing through Closed Eyes'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S3sIL2eZZEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/a4poahbTynU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-7387600240716687435</id><published>2010-02-11T14:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:31:49.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill the Heart with Love even if through Memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S3Rj-cWJiyI/AAAAAAAAAmw/QxjtiqVpZ9I/s1600-h/img075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437080574555163426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S3Rj-cWJiyI/AAAAAAAAAmw/QxjtiqVpZ9I/s400/img075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Memories for some and stories for others.  This picture is of my Mom and Dad...Just Married my mom 15 and my dad the old age of 19...  So we began with Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S3RjkpbQHlI/AAAAAAAAAmo/2AeAqxUkHHI/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437080131389627986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S3RjkpbQHlI/AAAAAAAAAmo/2AeAqxUkHHI/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Always involved in Love is the Heart...We could not have love with out the sound of the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It could be from the past  which we are blessed with memories to remember the ones we  love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S3RjHgHmz1I/AAAAAAAAAmg/AmooQD0rNnI/s1600-h/img079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437079630675103570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S3RjHgHmz1I/AAAAAAAAAmg/AmooQD0rNnI/s400/img079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BeatBeatBeatBeatBeat.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S3RioFtxfiI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7GkunRo-cgU/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437079091011485218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S3RioFtxfiI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7GkunRo-cgU/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Valentines Day..If You can not be with the ones you love...Close your eyes and remember them in your memory...Your heart is still beating..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........../\....//\/\/\......./\/\/\/\/\/\/\........../\\/\/\/\/\........../\/\/\/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-7387600240716687435?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/7387600240716687435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=7387600240716687435&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7387600240716687435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7387600240716687435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/02/fill-heart-with-love-even-if-through.html' title='Fill the Heart with Love even if through Memories.'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S3Rj-cWJiyI/AAAAAAAAAmw/QxjtiqVpZ9I/s72-c/img075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-4753772903494435760</id><published>2010-02-06T15:49:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:51:15.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Loud Is Silence??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S23leDYXZ2I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/H6FLFYBi2vA/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435252629772396386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S23leDYXZ2I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/H6FLFYBi2vA/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Hear&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;Sound&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;Snow&lt;br /&gt;Touching&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S23kfxSNcPI/AAAAAAAAAmI/xIfD3qdaD3Q/s1600-h/img061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435251559762850034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S23kfxSNcPI/AAAAAAAAAmI/xIfD3qdaD3Q/s400/img061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;Is&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;Noise&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;br /&gt;Your&lt;br /&gt;Head&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;Loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-4753772903494435760?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/4753772903494435760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=4753772903494435760&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4753772903494435760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4753772903494435760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-loud-is-silence.html' title='How Loud Is Silence??????'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S23leDYXZ2I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/H6FLFYBi2vA/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-7640610859967916229</id><published>2010-02-01T09:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:56:56.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Page and One Year of Blogging!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S2b2mDJpOII/AAAAAAAAAmA/3Xa6V0Go7lc/s1600-h/img073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433301134010300546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S2b2mDJpOII/AAAAAAAAAmA/3Xa6V0Go7lc/s400/img073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Journal page and I can not believe it has been one year since I have started my blog.&lt;br /&gt;This past year I have met some wonderful people who I do call friends.  I have been blessed to have met 2 of my blogger friends.. There are so many of you I would love to meet and  hang out with and paint and talk and paint and talk...LOL..  I just want to say thank you all for following me and my journey.  I hope in the next year to find more blogs and friends.  You guys have given me so much inspiration and the comments you leave have helped me through the good and bad times.. &lt;br /&gt;I suppose what I am trying to say is  THANK  YOU.......&lt;br /&gt;Wow how fast time goes by..And we all have so much to create, so much to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-7640610859967916229?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/7640610859967916229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=7640610859967916229&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7640610859967916229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7640610859967916229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/02/journal-page-and-one-year-of-blogging.html' title='Journal Page and One Year of Blogging!!!!!!'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S2b2mDJpOII/AAAAAAAAAmA/3Xa6V0Go7lc/s72-c/img073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-7416413065649678095</id><published>2010-01-27T20:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:04:51.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LIGHT OF HOPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S2D2xJC7rLI/AAAAAAAAAl4/2xTBtYd-J3U/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431612474711059634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S2D2xJC7rLI/AAAAAAAAAl4/2xTBtYd-J3U/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another shot from a day searching through old houses that have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;abandoned&lt;/span&gt; and left to it's memories.  PLEASE CLICK ON THE PHOTO TO SEE THE BEAUTY OF THIS OLD HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This house stands hollow and empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The light filters through the window giving the room light and shadows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly shadows, but shadows are not those of darkness and fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This room is peaceful and silent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The light brings beauty into the room casting light upon the floor, touching the broken glass giving a sparkle of hope to this old house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.As is life we all need the light to come through the window giving us the hope of sparkle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Katelen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-7416413065649678095?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/7416413065649678095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=7416413065649678095&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7416413065649678095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7416413065649678095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/01/light-of-hope.html' title='LIGHT OF HOPE'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S2D2xJC7rLI/AAAAAAAAAl4/2xTBtYd-J3U/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-4360115367016460287</id><published>2010-01-21T15:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:42:50.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Out of the Fog And Learning to Forgive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S1jDMhH7SVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/yLbA3YzCxFs/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429303970612595026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S1jDMhH7SVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/yLbA3YzCxFs/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     Walking the fields of life and sometimes we have to wait until the fog lifts to see our way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S1jCuN75HOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/uphgGyG51js/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429303450065771746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S1jCuN75HOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/uphgGyG51js/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are a couple of my photo shots. I have not been in my studio nor have I been posting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been in a fog and I think it is beginning to lift.  I have realized in 2010, God has a lot of faith in me..He says he will not give us anything we can not handle.  He also has brought me to not only to my knees but brought me down to earth.   He said Forgive .  I said I do not think I can. He said Matthew 6 14/15...For if you forgive men of their wrong doing your heavenly Father  will also forgive you..  I said I do not think I can..  He said but if you can not forgive, neither will your heavenly Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So I am learning to forgive.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I will learn again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I have not been visiting and I hope soon to start working in my studio.  Life takes us where we need to be.  To make us who we are to become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-4360115367016460287?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/4360115367016460287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=4360115367016460287&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4360115367016460287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4360115367016460287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/01/coming-out-of-fog-and-learning-to.html' title='Coming Out of the Fog And Learning to Forgive.'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S1jDMhH7SVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/yLbA3YzCxFs/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-5079294197556937201</id><published>2010-01-07T20:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:32:44.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S0aVBiG5gRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ktftuHSKskw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424186654782488850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S0aVBiG5gRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ktftuHSKskw/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15x18 on Birch Panel. This one of those pieces you work on and then you sit it down. You come back to it , look at it and sit it down.. I did this , too many times to mention. LOL... Yet when I finished it. The wait had been worth it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The number 3 is used in many cultures for many reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beginning, a Middle and the End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind, Soul, Spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number 3 manifest in some form of the physical in one way or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some say bad comes in 3 and some say good comes in 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do things in 3's with out knowing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you believe in 3's? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-5079294197556937201?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/5079294197556937201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=5079294197556937201&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5079294197556937201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5079294197556937201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/01/three-worlds.html' title='Three Worlds'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/S0aVBiG5gRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ktftuHSKskw/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-8668827911892999323</id><published>2010-01-01T20:45:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:32:45.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2010--My Word is Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sz63zd-RLiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/3_WXqh2YMzQ/s1600-h/img072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421973096247668258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sz63zd-RLiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/3_WXqh2YMzQ/s400/img072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This piece is just a quick sketch on wood with oil pastels.  Using the word I choose for the year Search....&lt;br /&gt;This year is to year to search my heart, my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pages below are my first pages of a small journal for the the first day of the year of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;I will bind them together into  a small journal.  It shall be my inspiration for the year.  To remind  me to always keep searching within our self.  We have so much and we forget to keep searching for more.  We just scratch the surface of our soul.. Then we stop instead of Searching for more.Think the words that can describe search are ," Find, Bring to Light, expose ,discover, uncover, unearth and look for, and probe."  I shall do all these things to find My self.. I am on a new and exciting journey..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have to click on them if you want a better view.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sz62QZtqmtI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ruwITtwwOz4/s1600-h/img068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421971394297240274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sz62QZtqmtI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ruwITtwwOz4/s400/img068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      FIND ,  BRING TO LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sz612rMsVEI/AAAAAAAAAkw/6dJn_vN2bGQ/s1600-h/img069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421970952314180674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sz612rMsVEI/AAAAAAAAAkw/6dJn_vN2bGQ/s400/img069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              UNCOVER,    EXPOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sz61a9SRPKI/AAAAAAAAAko/yFnyu-HouVY/s1600-h/img070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421970476133072034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sz61a9SRPKI/AAAAAAAAAko/yFnyu-HouVY/s400/img070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           UNEARTH,    DISCOVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sz60vx-FU9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/Q6rWp4TklEE/s1600-h/img071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421969734361240530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sz60vx-FU9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/Q6rWp4TklEE/s400/img071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope everyone had wonderful Holidays.  I hope you have wonderful new Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you have a word picked out for your New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have missed everyone and I have been blessed to get to know so many.  I hope in the New Year to get to know so many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing has not changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-8668827911892999323?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/8668827911892999323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=8668827911892999323&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8668827911892999323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8668827911892999323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-2010-my-word-is-search.html' title='New Year 2010--My Word is Search'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sz63zd-RLiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/3_WXqh2YMzQ/s72-c/img072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-2576959545546537285</id><published>2009-12-21T13:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:17:19.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sy_UrNhq8vI/AAAAAAAAAkY/NVbGZTC09Ys/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417782715580347122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sy_UrNhq8vI/AAAAAAAAAkY/NVbGZTC09Ys/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we get ready for Christmas and get the packages wrapped. I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year.. I am going to take a break over the holidays..I will return in 2010. I just want to thank everyone who visits and leaves your wonderful comments. I have made wonderful friends in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blog land&lt;/span&gt;.  I hope to make more in the year to come.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sy_UCWOV5aI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/GKHOZ5lZMTI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417782013540558242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sy_UCWOV5aI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/GKHOZ5lZMTI/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my new journal ready for 2010.  To began the new year and to start on with a new journey.  I will check in on you guys and see what you are doing..I do need a break..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave this with you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clouds that cover the sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They can not banish the sun;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the earth shines out the brighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the weary rain is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must stand in the deepest shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see the clearest light;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And often through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wrongs&lt;/span&gt; own darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comes the very strength of light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-2576959545546537285?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/2576959545546537285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=2576959545546537285&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2576959545546537285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/2576959545546537285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sy_UrNhq8vI/AAAAAAAAAkY/NVbGZTC09Ys/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3299557324889728915</id><published>2009-12-18T16:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:08:43.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and my Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SywJEu7IUnI/AAAAAAAAAkI/dxlNwnlq6Ms/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416714428740031090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SywJEu7IUnI/AAAAAAAAAkI/dxlNwnlq6Ms/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a little mixed media for you with some of my own words. I hope you can see it. I continued on with a close up of the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SywIxA5sH8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/5qsbYBPdVfE/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416714089968443330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SywIxA5sH8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/5qsbYBPdVfE/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SywIR9CAsuI/AAAAAAAAAj4/2w2P82FLnTQ/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416713556353659618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SywIR9CAsuI/AAAAAAAAAj4/2w2P82FLnTQ/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed today's post.  Just having a little fun with the silverware...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone has a good weekend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3299557324889728915?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3299557324889728915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3299557324889728915&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3299557324889728915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3299557324889728915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-and-my-thoughts.html' title='Life and my Thoughts'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SywJEu7IUnI/AAAAAAAAAkI/dxlNwnlq6Ms/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-8543115152099016441</id><published>2009-12-16T20:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:41:28.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTIST BLOCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SymVp3juPQI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vRXItA57g1I/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416024573410688258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SymVp3juPQI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vRXItA57g1I/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another sketch book day.  I seem to be able to sit down and sketch but I try to pick up a brush and I can not paint..I can not even do background work.. What is wrong??  I can not even hold a brush in my hand with out saying bad words..Like _______________.....LOL......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can fill in the blank...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a week away from Christmas and I am never ready.  So my family decided that everyone is coming to my house.. First I do not cook, second I do not cook, and third I do not cook.  So what am I doing for Christmas I AM COOKING!!!!!  They want a traditional holiday meal..  I tried to explain to them tradition for me is going to other people's home... Where they cook and I bring something from the Bakery....So I suppose I will pick up a larger bottle of wine for dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I love my family, sure I do...We all love our family at Christmas they bring you gifts.. LOL&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good week and may you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-8543115152099016441?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/8543115152099016441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=8543115152099016441&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8543115152099016441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8543115152099016441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/12/artist-block.html' title='ARTIST BLOCK'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SymVp3juPQI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vRXItA57g1I/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-5192950076506664089</id><published>2009-12-13T09:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:04:33.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketch Book Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SyULAlwtUpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/vxh4CKeH6lE/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414746231747203730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SyULAlwtUpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/vxh4CKeH6lE/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I  say I am not a winter time person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why do I enjoy walking outside to feel the cold touch my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kissing and clinging to my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To take the steps directly into the wind letting it take my breath away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see the earth's ground covered  in white of the first frost .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking those steps onto the crisp ground to hear the sound of walking on the stars in the winter time .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your Sunday, here in this part of the world there is a chill in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-5192950076506664089?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/5192950076506664089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=5192950076506664089&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5192950076506664089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5192950076506664089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/12/sketch-book-sunday.html' title='Sketch Book Sunday'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SyULAlwtUpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/vxh4CKeH6lE/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-9084628851672136460</id><published>2009-12-06T16:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:28:53.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive by photo and a few of my words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SxwsTrsmRrI/AAAAAAAAAjI/7k8Kl8jSfuc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412249568851412658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SxwsTrsmRrI/AAAAAAAAAjI/7k8Kl8jSfuc/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YOU MUST CLICK ON THE PHOTO TO READ AND SEE.....THANKS&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo I shot as I was riding ,being the passenger of course. .Just one of those shots you take and then wonder why? I was sitting today and looking at photos and wondering why did I keep this shot of the church which is not a good photo at all. Then I saw shadows and then I heard the words in my head.  So I just typed them in and then so I called it Silent Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I have a lot of silent moments lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week and May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-9084628851672136460?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/9084628851672136460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=9084628851672136460&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/9084628851672136460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/9084628851672136460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/12/drive-by-photo-and-few-of-my-words.html' title='Drive by photo and a few of my words'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SxwsTrsmRrI/AAAAAAAAAjI/7k8Kl8jSfuc/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-377475394923902161</id><published>2009-12-01T21:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:25:43.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SxXaCsTK2-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/0tGlvVlfSNk/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410470267141676002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SxXaCsTK2-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/0tGlvVlfSNk/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12x15 on Birch Panel....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we sat and talked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until the first pale rays of dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;broke through the darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was then that we discovered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you and I had become "US"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes we simply have to sit and be and enjoy the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Katelen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-377475394923902161?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/377475394923902161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=377475394923902161&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/377475394923902161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/377475394923902161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-and-i.html' title='You and I'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SxXaCsTK2-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/0tGlvVlfSNk/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-5312812244194921954</id><published>2009-11-29T20:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:14:02.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach and Paint Your Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SxMxLHMq9LI/AAAAAAAAAi4/irDTePPZ8lk/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409721644382614706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SxMxLHMq9LI/AAAAAAAAAi4/irDTePPZ8lk/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a sketch in my sketch book.  I do not seem to get any more than the sketch.  I am reaching but it seems life is holding me down.  Maybe it is me that is holding back instead of life holding me back.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is hard to know if it is our fear of failure or the fear of living our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I think if we keep trying that is the important thing.  Except now I am not sure I am even trying.&lt;br /&gt;OK so lets get on with other things.&lt;br /&gt;I do hope everyone enjoyed Thanksgiving ,where it was with family or friends. We went out for lunch instead of cooking at home.  Me and My brother took my Mom out to lunch.  So my Mom enjoyed seeing my brother..He is the one that hung the moon.  I am just the one that does everything else.  LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Not Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start out on this road, call it love or emptiness, I only know what's not here: resentment seeds, back-scratching greed, worrying about out come, fear of people.  When a bird gets free, it doesn't go back for remnants left on on the bottom of the cage!  Close by, I'm rain.  Far off, a cloud of fire.&lt;br /&gt;I seem restless, but I am deeply at ease.  Branches tremble; the roots are still.&lt;br /&gt;I am a universe in a handful of dirt, whole when totally demolished.  Talk about choices does not apply to me.  When intelligence considers options. &lt;br /&gt;I am somewhere lost in the wind.....&lt;br /&gt;Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week and Reach for what ever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-5312812244194921954?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/5312812244194921954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=5312812244194921954&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5312812244194921954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/5312812244194921954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/11/reach-and-paint-your-dreams.html' title='Reach and Paint Your Dreams'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SxMxLHMq9LI/AAAAAAAAAi4/irDTePPZ8lk/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-8313652854976442563</id><published>2009-11-25T15:24:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:05:16.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk amongst the trees and the celebration of Trees and Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sw2ljue6WnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/I_5R7dF87AA/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408160760733522546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sw2ljue6WnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/I_5R7dF87AA/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I took a walk and just enjoyed the trees and some shared their secrets by letting me look inside and seeing the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sw2lJEapTPI/AAAAAAAAAio/lep8D4Snwek/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408160302764739826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sw2lJEapTPI/AAAAAAAAAio/lep8D4Snwek/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some spoke of creation and what it means to use your imagination and look beyond the decay and see beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sw2krPKhE7I/AAAAAAAAAig/1Vt0XQAvQcw/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408159790253806514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sw2krPKhE7I/AAAAAAAAAig/1Vt0XQAvQcw/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some did a little dance and swayed to the silent music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sw2jooQa-zI/AAAAAAAAAiY/qTCR8jJH5Es/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408158645938223922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sw2jooQa-zI/AAAAAAAAAiY/qTCR8jJH5Es/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stand so tall and regal because he says he can reach the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoyed the walk with me today with the trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I started today to be thankful to walk amongst the trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful and blessed Thanksgiving..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-8313652854976442563?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/8313652854976442563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=8313652854976442563&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8313652854976442563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8313652854976442563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/11/walk-among-trees-and-celebration-of.html' title='A walk amongst the trees and the celebration of Trees and Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sw2ljue6WnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/I_5R7dF87AA/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-1619177825271998263</id><published>2009-11-22T05:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T05:55:43.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketch book and cup of coffee at 3AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Swkh6BIn0oI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_qnpSu5aWsE/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406890108255720066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Swkh6BIn0oI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_qnpSu5aWsE/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes it was 3am when I woke up and I could not go back to sleep.  So what else is there to do but put on the coffee and sit in your favorite spot and sketch.  Waiting for the sun to come up.. &lt;br /&gt;Where did she come from?  I do not know.  She was just waiting to for me to pick up my pencil and find her.  We have so much in our head and heart that we can not imagine..  The sad thing is we use so little of all that is inside of us. &lt;br /&gt;I have reading all your blogs and visiting a few new ones.  There are so many wonderful artist out there in blog land. You can sit for hours just looking which I have been known to do....&lt;br /&gt;It is usually late at night or early in the am..&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Sunday and enjoy the day. I am going to sit here and finish my coffee and wait for the sun to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-1619177825271998263?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/1619177825271998263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=1619177825271998263&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1619177825271998263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1619177825271998263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/11/sketch-book-and-cup-of-coffee-at-3am.html' title='Sketch book and cup of coffee at 3AM'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Swkh6BIn0oI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_qnpSu5aWsE/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-215241136569274997</id><published>2009-11-15T20:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:37:53.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did you come from?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SwC2j9_s4BI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AjI_rQOFcNA/s1600/img062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404520281898016786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SwC2j9_s4BI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AjI_rQOFcNA/s400/img062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Piece done on water color paper. It started as my piece of  paper I clean my left over paint with  and then as I finally cover the page . I looked and there they were just waiting for me to see them.  So  it's  like where did you come from? Oh yes, from me.  Using my imagination , to create to find the shape to just dream them up..  Oh art is so much fun .&lt;br /&gt;The thing is  I have so many small pieces of art I am going to have to finally take a few to the Antique Store and  I am going to make a small art gallery and try to sale .  So cross your fingers and toes that there will be a lot of art lovers of small pieces .  That will buy them...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom has been on good behavior this week..  A couple of weeks ago she decided to play with matches and almost burned her studio down.. Not funny, scared me to tears and then just like a mother I had to scold her.. That is a very hard thing to do. Especially when I am the child and she is the parent. Then she has been sleep walking, it was some new medicine the doctor put her on and we had to take her off that.  When she decided to sleep walk at night outside.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a blast in this neighborhood...Don't you guys want to visit?&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week and I hope life treats you kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-215241136569274997?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/215241136569274997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=215241136569274997&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/215241136569274997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/215241136569274997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-did-you-come-from.html' title='Where did you come from?'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SwC2j9_s4BI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AjI_rQOFcNA/s72-c/img062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3196723257382252280</id><published>2009-11-13T07:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:12:48.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent and Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sv1maGbTIWI/AAAAAAAAAh0/F0X3R52EP0g/s1600-h/img065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403587726502207842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sv1maGbTIWI/AAAAAAAAAh0/F0X3R52EP0g/s400/img065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is a time to be silent and just listen. Listen to the world around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT IS A BEAUTEOUS EVENING, CALM AND FREE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a beauteous evening, calm and free;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The holy time is quiet as a Nun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathless and adoration; the broad sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is sinking down in his tranquility;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen! the mighty being is awake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And doth with his eternal motion make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sound like thunder--everlastingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If thous appear untouched by solemn thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thy nature is not therefore less divine;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And worship'st at the Temple's inner shrine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God being with thee when we know it not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;William Wordsworth................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.............     ..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3196723257382252280?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3196723257382252280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3196723257382252280&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3196723257382252280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3196723257382252280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/11/silent-and-listening.html' title='Silent and Listening'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Sv1maGbTIWI/AAAAAAAAAh0/F0X3R52EP0g/s72-c/img065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-6001336961432765440</id><published>2009-11-10T08:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:44:39.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle Protector of Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Svl0Nbu57GI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gfaIJY8MdME/s1600-h/img064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402477002139233378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Svl0Nbu57GI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gfaIJY8MdME/s400/img064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mixed Media on Canvas. Just a simple piece with a simple message. You must click on the piece to get a real good view...Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Our earth needs protection and care. It was built with loving and gentle hands. So we should protect it the same..Yet really this piece is about the children of this earth. We all need to protect them. So much sadness and pain for so many children on this earth. Abuse is so wide spread and yet no one can seem to protect these children. So first of all those who pray, pray for our children. If those that can stand up and make a difference in a child's life then make that stand.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I have not posted in such a long time but life has taken me in different path than art.&lt;br /&gt;I have been quiet and silent for awhile and I am not sure if I am out of that place but we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;I have missed everyone and I have not been able to read everyone's blogs and to search out for new ones. &lt;br /&gt;I am trying to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;Come on I need some new followers, where are you. Don't give up on me. Jump in and follow.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be going on a new journey soon. So follow me:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping and Again I ask you in everyday things to think of our earth and it's Children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-6001336961432765440?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/6001336961432765440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=6001336961432765440&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6001336961432765440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/6001336961432765440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/11/gentle-protector-of-earth.html' title='Gentle Protector of Earth'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Svl0Nbu57GI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gfaIJY8MdME/s72-c/img064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3023317179850352669</id><published>2009-10-26T21:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:39:01.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SuZeSvdOckI/AAAAAAAAAhU/TXEuG8-7amw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397104879519822402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SuZeSvdOckI/AAAAAAAAAhU/TXEuG8-7amw/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20x20 Acrylic on Birch Panel..Believe it or not this one does not have a title. Or maybe I am thinking this one over.. I know I need a new camera that I can capture the art its self without getting the surrounding area.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did get back in the studio and worked on this piece a few days. I still have not put the varnish on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my art jumps around from one thing to another.. I am still searching for where I belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But until I do, well welcome to my art world.. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has turned to fall here and the weather is perfect and the trees are turning beautiful colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this time of the year but I know what is just around the corner..Winter!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this week I will be out with my camera, Yes I will be using film because I have a real camera to take photos with. I will use Black and White film and then switch Film and take them with Color. Then I can tint the B&amp;amp;W.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week...Thanks for stopping and reading my blog.. I love to have visitor's and I love your comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3023317179850352669?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3023317179850352669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3023317179850352669&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3023317179850352669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3023317179850352669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/10/believe-it-or-not.html' title='Believe it or Not'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SuZeSvdOckI/AAAAAAAAAhU/TXEuG8-7amw/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-8716542037940732348</id><published>2009-10-24T21:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:49:16.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SuO4cOUR7SI/AAAAAAAAAhM/kByo3WI8dT8/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396359573538991394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SuO4cOUR7SI/AAAAAAAAAhM/kByo3WI8dT8/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SuO4PAI_qlI/AAAAAAAAAhE/R9grBnG78_c/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396359346395261522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SuO4PAI_qlI/AAAAAAAAAhE/R9grBnG78_c/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SuO38ZEyaKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ILXEi2S1So8/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396359026670987426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SuO38ZEyaKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ILXEi2S1So8/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SuO3xtJIrCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Ec1E7P-TW64/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396358843079371810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SuO3xtJIrCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Ec1E7P-TW64/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can not believe it has been so long since I have done a post..  I suppose I have lost my mojo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the aquarium and one of my favorite spots are the  jelly fish..  They are so beautiful and graceful.  It is as they are dancing the most beautiful dance.  I hope you can see these because they were just made with my small digital camera.  Pocket size.    It was a peaceful time to stand in front of the glass and watch.  Then I realized oh yes there are other people here and they want to see also...Don't you just hate that..LOL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did go into my studio and start a piece but it is yet finished.  So maybe soon I will get it finished so I can post some art..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been a little stressful here..  My Mom has not been her self and is doing some things, that I do not know how to handle.  I will not tell those stories today, maybe another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart has not been into my art or really not any where..  Just too tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK so I am feeling sorry for my self..I will stop now..  I am grateful to be alive and have another day of life.  So I am grateful for what I have..    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-8716542037940732348?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/8716542037940732348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=8716542037940732348&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8716542037940732348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/8716542037940732348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/10/dance.html' title='THE DANCE'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SuO4cOUR7SI/AAAAAAAAAhM/kByo3WI8dT8/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-3296232303437745973</id><published>2009-10-11T20:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:53:03.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never give up looking for the key that opens the door to your dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/StKJPbPqlDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wZv5mZeuzhY/s1600-h/img058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391522602020410418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/StKJPbPqlDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wZv5mZeuzhY/s400/img058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is done on a small piece of birch panel 5x12..  This bird has been in his cage for too long.&lt;br /&gt;He has tried several keys and has yet to find the correct one to open the lock .  I do hope this one is it.. He needs to fly and feel the air under his wings.  To see and touch Freedom..  Keep your fingers crossed that this is the one. &lt;div&gt;I hope everyone has a great week..  May you find the key that sets you free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Katelen&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-3296232303437745973?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/3296232303437745973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=3296232303437745973&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3296232303437745973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/3296232303437745973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-give-up-looking-for-key-that.html' title='Never give up looking for the key that opens the door to your dreams.'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/StKJPbPqlDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wZv5mZeuzhY/s72-c/img058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-7156958240234518703</id><published>2009-10-08T02:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:53:25.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DOOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Ss2Ws2cqZHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6-_sDMbDHf4/s1600-h/img056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390130026306495602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Ss2Ws2cqZHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6-_sDMbDHf4/s400/img056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This a piece done on water color paper 10x 15..It is done with acrylic and Ink..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This piece Is symbolic in a way.  I seem to have been closing my eyes for along time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trying to avoid things in my life.  I realized I have to open them to see the light.  We can not keep hiding from reality.  Then not only do we have to open our eyes, we have to take steps forward and then we have to come to that door,  I will call it the fear door.  Then we have to open it up..I did not but a door knob on this door..Because that makes going through that door to easy.  You have to knock on this door.  And when you are ready to take the step through that door.  You have to walk through it on Faith..Blind Faith..   Not knowing what will be on the other side.  When we walk through it , we also have to leave the past behind..  Sometimes in life, it is not a door we choose to go through, it is just no other choice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose everyone in their life comes to these type of doors.. When You do I have you have the Faith to walk through..  And when you do close that door behind you.  So there is no going back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always find strength and then find peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-7156958240234518703?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/7156958240234518703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=7156958240234518703&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7156958240234518703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/7156958240234518703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/10/door.html' title='THE DOOR'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Ss2Ws2cqZHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6-_sDMbDHf4/s72-c/img056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-4161209516918828429</id><published>2009-10-04T21:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:54:43.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketch Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SslWJRfLZxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/KsVqPkydC8A/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388933146438493970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SslWJRfLZxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/KsVqPkydC8A/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just from my sketch book and thinking about how time passes and there are so many things I want to do.  It is called Too much time has gone by.  It seems as if time has gone by and my life is on hold.  Which we know can not be possible.  Life is never on hold.. It continues even if we are not where we thought we would be.  &lt;br /&gt;I still have not been in my studio except to walk in and look out the window for a few minutes and turn and walk out. &lt;br /&gt;I took my Mother to a birthday party this weekend.. The birthday boy was 90 years old..His beautiful wife was also there the age of 89..  So my mom got to talk to old friends.. and enjoy wonderful desserts... Oh no that was me eating the desserts..LOL...&lt;br /&gt;She had a wonderful time.  On this occasion she had her toe nails polished Green.  She talked about all the men commenting on her toes all the way home for a hour and a half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great week and I hope soon I will get back in my studio and start posting more..I miss all my friends . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always dream in color,&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-4161209516918828429?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/4161209516918828429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=4161209516918828429&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4161209516918828429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4161209516918828429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/10/sketch-book.html' title='Sketch Book'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SslWJRfLZxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/KsVqPkydC8A/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-1902114837950927370</id><published>2009-09-29T20:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:25:56.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Scoops And You Know What has to come Next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SsK7CZdK9gI/AAAAAAAAAec/62-yVNXfAm4/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387073754155906562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SsK7CZdK9gI/AAAAAAAAAec/62-yVNXfAm4/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes You Do! It is time to wash your Face.. Then it is time for A Cat Nap. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SsK6lwB_IAI/AAAAAAAAAeU/29JcDQj6aXA/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;Ahh.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387073261999693826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SsK6lwB_IAI/AAAAAAAAAeU/29JcDQj6aXA/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a good week. I hope soon to get back into my studio.. Sometimes we have to take time for more important things.. Family&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; May your week be filled with inspiration and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-1902114837950927370?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/1902114837950927370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=1902114837950927370&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1902114837950927370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1902114837950927370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-scoops-and-you-know-what-has-to-come.html' title='3 Scoops And You Know What has to come Next?'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/SsK7CZdK9gI/AAAAAAAAAec/62-yVNXfAm4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-4009273722044534660</id><published>2009-09-24T22:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:43:44.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When did the word Simple Disappear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Srw0L8joZRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/pTmgiFJ6Tbc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385236634267051282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Srw0L8joZRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/pTmgiFJ6Tbc/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Srwz9y72PQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/EmCzsfZmdzA/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385236391166098690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Srwz9y72PQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/EmCzsfZmdzA/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mix Media on Birch Panel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple where did it go? I was sitting in my studio looking at this piece of wood. I had put layers of paint and taken them off I tried to add a transfer image, it did not work and when I pull it off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it left the shape of a house. A simple modest house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lost that word. I can not seem to find it in my life.. When did it disappear, I do not remember. Was it years ago or only a short time. When was life just simple and easy. When you went through the day with out worry and stress and sadness and anger. I need to find that time again. Where does one begin? I suppose I am asking and yet knowing no one can answer that for me except me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know where to begin. So I begin with a piece of art. Where for me that is where every thing begins and ends as an artist but as a person I do not have a clue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to say thanks again for all comments on my blog.. I really do appreciate you taking the time. I know we all have pains and sorrows and I know I am not alone  because I know this by reading all those blogs out there. I pray that all of you out there that are going through situations of pain  either physical or mental.  That some how you find how to make things in your life simple.. So you can lay all your worries down and make the pain go away. I wish I had the answers but I do not..If someone else has the answers, please share with those who do not...  LOL.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always dream in color and may you find your way back to the simple things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-4009273722044534660?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/4009273722044534660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=4009273722044534660&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4009273722044534660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/4009273722044534660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-did-word-simple-disappear.html' title='When did the word Simple Disappear?'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Srw0L8joZRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/pTmgiFJ6Tbc/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-1343982011769219912</id><published>2009-09-21T21:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:07:25.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Srg20OJ1NQI/AAAAAAAAAd0/EPFGz62jIL0/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384113625301857538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Srg20OJ1NQI/AAAAAAAAAd0/EPFGz62jIL0/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a mixed media piece 12x15 done on birch panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Srg17_H6DlI/AAAAAAAAAds/zWiTk29Q1mw/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384112659194580562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Srg17_H6DlI/AAAAAAAAAds/zWiTk29Q1mw/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did a close up of the tree for this is the main part of this piece.. It is done on a acrylic skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did this acrylic skin a few months back and did a transfer of a tree that I had taken a photo of several years ago.. This tree was planted by my Dad before I was born. When I was a child the tree had grown to maturity. Then as I grew. He built a swing for me in this tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent many hours around this tree.. Hanging out with my Dad. Pushing me on the home made swing. Then we I was bored with the swing.. My Dad and I would sit under this tree and talk. Or my Dad would talk and I would listen..He was the story teller. Regrets in Life, but what does a child know. I should have listened more and remembered more of those stories. I remember the memories. The stories not all can I recall. I most of all remember how much I loved my Dad and how much he loved me.. Good memories.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad left this world and tree was left.. Then one day we sold the home and the land. Someone else clear down every thing.. The house and the tree.. One thing they did not take down and that was the Memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dedicate this piece to my Dad and all the wonderful Memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your daughter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483039576886126826-1343982011769219912?l=wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/feeds/1343982011769219912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483039576886126826&amp;postID=1343982011769219912&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1343982011769219912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483039576886126826/posts/default/1343982011769219912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofapoeticartist.blogspot.com/2009/09/memories-of-life.html' title='Memories Of Life'/><author><name>Poetic Artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/TR6xllAgbvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VT702KCU4mQ/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2yeJWIX5_w/Srg20OJ1NQI/AAAAAAAAAd0/EPFGz62jIL0/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry></feed>
