This is the season for memories. I got to thinking that I can look at any painting I've done and connect it to the memory of a time in my life. In that respect I truly have painted my life. From now until year end, I'll be mixing in a few memories as I review some of my earlier and more recent paintings. Be warned.
There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to rebuild.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak up.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.