Me Write Pretty Tomorrow

Susan and David, acrylic on linen, 36 x 24 inches

SINCE IT IS MY EDITOR, David Rosen's, birthday today, this post is about his work on my blog. I would like to thank him for turning my uncut rough diamond-esque posts into the dazzling gems with clarity, cut and color that they become after he works his magic. Without his skill, my blog might possibly be entitled, "Random Thoughts About Random Stuff" or "A Blog - Not as We Know One." He is a natural born editor and easily removes the wheat from the chase; or is it chafe, err, uh, maybe staff? Got it– –laugh! No, chaff!

See what I mean.  I really need him! When he edits my prose, it tickles me down to the tips of my toes, right through my pantyhose. My word! I can't even tell he has had his way with my...words.

We met as he was commencing his legal career. He did the impossible and obtained a divorce for me from the Prince of Darkness, who really is a dangling participle. Extricating me from such an evil force required him to pull out all the verbs, nouns, pronouns, adjectives, adverbs, prepositions, conjunctions and interjections he ever knew–especially interjections–or do I mean expletives? After performing all that legal work for me, as he likes to put it, he got a promotion and became my husband. Now he concomitantly fills an even higher post as my editor. I thought that if I made him my editor, me write pretty one day.

Note to David: Happy Birthday! Thought it would be fun for you to read a post on which you didn't do any work. I hope you like my syntax. I love yours and I will love it for infinitive. Is that right? No, infinity!

Oh, never mind, you get the day off for your birthday. Me write pretty tomorrow!

Disclaimer: I assure you David Rosen did not edit this post.

Portrait of A Wildflower

Wildflower, acrylic on linen, 30 x 24 inches, cropped x

WILDFLOWER IS AT ONE WITH NATURE.  Serpentine armrests  provide comfort and support as they frame and embrace her. A forked tongue wraps around her wrist, fashioning itself into a bracelet.  A butterfly sits atop her head as beautiful as any chapeau and even extends its veins onto her face as a decorative and symbiotic veil.  Wildflower's braids defy gravity, twisting and twirling gracefully through the air. Perhaps they take their cue from the snakes.  Wildflower is  botanically correct with  her pale pink decolletage of field roses. One hundred year old pressed wildflowers–violets, adorn her neck.

She is beautiful, independent, prolific and  grows freely on her own.  Still, nobody wants her in their garden; they say she is uncultured.  I don't know why.

She's  a natural beauty.

Freudian Slip

Homage to Lucien Freud

Lucien, heir to Rembrandt and Freud!

Unlike his granddad, a void's just a void

On which he painted pockmarked flesh

Bright, not as you'd expect - peche.

 His nudes sat with dogs and an occasional cat

Impastos made even Kate Moss look fat

Others seemed out of excess begat

Queen Elizabeth?...an old bat.

Lucien asked me to pose in the nude

I, a prude, thought this request most rude

Depingo, he asked, "You really won't strip?"

That's when he made a Freudian slip.