Golden PaintI am not much of a painter. I’m much more comftrouble with my DSLR, but at school when i had to take Color and Design I absolutely loved it.

On my return flight back home, I hit a very unfortunate event. I never had to worry about the liquid  carry on guidelines. but when I had to redistribute the weight on my checked baggage i forgot to place back into them my box of paints. I was extremely hurt to thow them away, especially since i had just bought 3 new colors.

Since then i hadn’t the money to spare to purchase more paints or brushes (they were left behind). But thanks to some Christmas money from my Aunt, I’ve been able to go and start buying some of the most essentials.

My mother tagged along with me to Michaels to buy my paints. (they are the only store in my local area that carry the Golden brand) She was a little judgmental when she saw the price tags. but i was able to impress her when I told her that the coupons and a second body could save you so much if you purchased each paints separately.So after 3 different purchases i was able to buy the lot i needed.

I’m really excited to have them again, and can’t wait to show you my new project that i’m starting on, but that’s for another post, so till next time have a good day.


Precious Tigeress

The girl has long since left, but behind she left so many mementos

Of those was my first gift from her. A small little tiger no bigger then my thumb.

I carried it everywhere in my pocket. I held it to always remind me of the one I had loved.

Tigeress was her name.

She had petite white paws, and a little heart stitched on her rump.

I would take her everywhere on my travels and photograph her in her many predicaments that she would jump into.

“Save me” it seemed she would say

and at other times

“Yippe”,  if she could speak that is.

The girl left, she still remained in my pocket. Still me not letting go, maybe, but in pocket she stayed.

Days, Months, and now years passed. Yet in my pocket she stayed.

No more a gift from a past broken heart,but my little adventure partner.

She’s grown worn and torn, and now stays on my nightstand.

Yet still goes with me to any new adventure  in her little spot.

Childish? I don’t know, and it matter not to me.

She’s become my precious tiny Tigress.

i alone set my own course


Stupidity was I

She was faithfully mine

Dainty hands, wild locks, cooing voices all for me

Once upon a time, i filled her with glee

i’ll be your rock,

Nothing but smooth talk

My actions spoke lies

i still hear her cry

Her heart tolerated no more

The One i had odored,


Thoughts of family not yet born, dead

Destroyed by Remorse

i alone set my own course