Poetry / Art Critic

I’ve done it. Poems, paintings. photos & Sometimes I trash them all:)

It is true.

I did stab my painting. I did burn my poems. Unfortunately I also lost all my lyrics on my computer:( sad

yeah, but with a musician it’s a sign that they’ve given a great performance- smashed the guitar,upgraded the amp- dreams ah dreams ;0

In this piece the critic is me:)I think the creator-destroyer exists in each of us. In this snapshot- it sums up, at least for me) the dichotomy that exists, as terrible as it may seem, when you are criticising your own work and thinking about the imact that it has on your life be it good or bad- and the result. Destruction. I was trying to portray that aspect.

Thanks. All of the above:)

True. I have created and destroyed my own work. It seemed as if it would engulf me, and at times I have had to get rid of some of it. As for the painting it was good- but my father always made me feel ashamed of my work- and I didn’t want to go through that again- so I killed the painting. Sad, isn’t it?

Kill the father! (Harsh right?)  You are probably a very creative and wonderful human being.  Sometimes father’s get jealous of their children when they surpass them in any way.  I am currently battling my own father, at 80, he tells me I’ve been screwing up for 20 years, and all kinds of blah, blah, blah…I just wonder if he is going insane living alone in the mountains of WV.  My intuition tells me to walk away, but a little bird told me he’s old now, unhealthy, and to take it a little longer.  It’s hard.  Just follow YOUR heart, bask in your element and paint to your heart’s content.  If you have to put it in the closet when your father is around, just do it to apease him.  YOU ARE THE MASTER OF YOUR OWN DESTINY.  Revive you heart and you will revive your spirit, then I can honestly say:  ”You are the smartest person I know!”
See my work:  www.tygrett.etsy.com and learn to live where your heart sickness is healed.

Sadly my father died many years ago. I forgave him for everything he ever did to me, and it wasn’t until theend that he let me know how much he loved me, thought I was the only one( In a family of 7 children) who would remember what he told me to do for him when he died- and I whispered, “It’s all taken care of.” He smiled… so that’s all over.
I’ll go to yr site. I like “Green Onions” on the bench. Sparse.

I am glad you have peace with your father but I want you to paint again, it is the best medicine in the world!
My mom died a year ago, and my father will die within the next couple of years or sooner, he is not well.  I think I am trying to push away from him, his anger, his essence, the pain of his death.  It’s difficult as I am sure you know.  Please let me know if you paint again.  I would LOVE to see them.

Yes, it’s a hard thing to lose your parents. I have also lost my husband, and a brother, and many others. Such is life… I do still draw (but very little, now) BUT!I have some from before. I like charcoals, ink, oils, & gouache. Can’t do watercolors- yet! I like portraits and narrative paiting. Like I like narrative poetry too:)

Beautiful!  It’s all good for the soul.

Thank you for your kind comments. Maybe you’re right since poems is plural.

It’s not always a bed of roses:)