Well, Dreams, that is what they are Dreams.  Nothing in this world comes without a price tag.  Yet sometimes one over looks the things that are truly a dream and become depressed over what they can't have because money is involved.  Just a thought.... Well the gallery was great, I loved Mr. Worthington's work.  I will be in the Gallery but only two of my pieces, and they will be the small ones.  I so wanted the altar piece to go but perhaps another time.  I had tossed around the thought of my own gallery, while I was driving back the two and a half hour trip from Columbus.  No I will wait, if god is willing I will one day get my foot in the door and be on my way with my art. Until then I will remain happy just having others view my work on my site, sign my journal and guestbook.  Besides I meet better friends here anyways. 

As for the Lippizzaner horse, well, the owner is coming to see my farm in January, so all please keep your fingers crossed for me.  I know in my heart Oc is the horse that will fill the deep gapping hole that my first horse left in my heart the day he passed away.  I would think any horse would love to run on over two hundred acres once use to it.  Oh well, I will keep praying and finish the oil painting I am doing in his honor.  Perhaps in a few weeks it will be on my site for all to see.

Well just a small poem to let everyone know a bit about me.  I think it is time for everyone to have a peek inside the mind of this artist.

A Red rose is a falcon, A white rose is a dove

A red rose speaks of passion, A white rose speaks of love

but to thee I give a cream white rose with flush upon its petal tips,

for a cream white rose bud holds a kiss of desire upon its lips.

By ??  I do know he is a british poet... one of my favrites yet for some reason his name is slipping from my mind... must be the confusion of the day. 

Good nite