FIRE!

“Neither fire nor wind, birth nor death can erase our good deeds”

-Buddha

Notah Begay III

“The harder you work, the luckier you get.”

-Gary Player

The Neatest Feet in Town

An artist is somebody who produces things that people don't need to have.
Andy Warhol 

A pair of white sneakers is all she needs to turn your ordinary every day feet into "Neet Feat."  That is what Madison 'peach' Steiner is calling her new mobile creation.  As an artist I love the idea of taking a plain pair of shoes and making them into a form of expression for everyone from toddlers to adults.  The shoes can say or look however the customer or recipient may wish. I say recipient because Madison plans to create shoes for children in need, even donating a pair a month to local organizations.  It is amazing what kind of difference a pair of shoes with few silly monsters on it can make in a child's life. you cannot put the same shoe on every foot. Publilius Syrus 

Keep an eye out for Neet Feat in the near future.

A little Light Graffiti

Pablo Picasso

Light painting, also known as light graffiti, is an art that uses a slow-shutter camera as the perspective while its’ subject is a light in the hands of an artist.

Bridge

My Mother's Smile

Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain

Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain

Mother don't worry, I've got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother don't worry, she's got a garden we're planting together
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws,
And you cried 'til the morning

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain

-Sam Beam