A Family Portrait

What's coming up...

Hello all! The last few days have been rather hectic. The Halloween party was a smash! I made sure all the kids that attended got their faces painted, played lots of games, and I sent them all home so pumped up on sugar I’m sure their parents will be cursing me for weeks to come. November is going to be a huge and exciting month for me. Aside for the usual Thanksgiving with the family, I will also be participating in this year’s NaNoWrimo, and three art shows. So, needless to say my hair is frazzled and I’m over caffeinated. Thankfully Bibbly is just about geared up and ready to begin her wild adventure across the pages of my computer screen and my art pieces are ready for their grand debut. For the month of December, I have two art pieces that I am working on. One will be in the “End of the World (EOTW)” art show that is being thrown by the wonderful art gallery “I Think 219” in Big Spring Texas. In the EOTW art show artist are supposed to create one piece of a

EOTW art show piece...

24x14 Oil painting/Polymer Clay/Nails/Wire Titled: El Fin (The End) By. Shemaine Lozano This is the piece that will be in the End Of The World art show at the art gallery "I Think 219"

Work induced Ramblings... Time: Have you ever considered how many times in a day you check the time. Time is truly the master of all and yet there is never enough time. This thought occurs to me as I sit here at work wasting time. My co-workers are busy discussing scheduling and time off. While they are doing this I find myself repeatedly checking the clock to see how much more time until I get to go home. Sometimes I wish I could have a day without time, a day where being late was impossible and work ended whenever I decided to leave. But a day like that wouldn’t really be a day, for what is a day anyway. A day is just another unit of time that is measured in time itself. 24 hours, 1440 minutes, 86,400 seconds. All of these make up a day. Our lives are literally ruled by time. However, we consider time so important not because of work schedules and doctor appointments, but because with every passing second, time is lost. With this lost time though, memories are made.

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