I painted a 5 panel series at an outdoor art fest in Chicago, West Fest, many summers ago. They had been stored away until recently, when my kids pointed to a blank wall(very rare) in the basement and we all agreed on this!
Each panel is painted with acrylic on a 2′ x 4′ plywood board.
Integrity is standing up for what you believe in.
It is treating everyone equally and fairly, acting independent of others that do otherwise.
It is being open and honest, responsible for all of your actions.
It is speaking out when others are treated poorly.
It is refusing to participate in actions detrimental to others.
It is admitting and apologising for your errors, when mistakes are made.
It is respecting your environment, your fellow humans, and your self.
Integrity is not a characteristic, it is a way of life.
It is what you do, and what you say, always.
It sets you apart from others, it defines you as a person.
Treat others as you would want to be treated.
Be upstanding, be forthright, be conscious of your actions.
Remember to always act with integrity.
“Integrity” by Gary Dodd
Gary Dodd is a writer from Melbourne, Australia. You can find out more about Gary and his poetry at www.garydodd.com
“INTEGRITY” original artwork
24″x36″ acrylic on stretched canvas. Ready to hang. Shipping included.
Prints available upon request.
“Let It Be Forgotten”
by Sarah Teasdale
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.
Sara Trevor Teasdale was born in St. Louis, Missouri, in 1884. She is the author of Love Songs (The Macmillan Company, 1917), winner of the Columbia University Poetry Society Prize (which later became the Pulitzer Prize for poetry) and the Poetry Society of America Prize. She died in 1933.
24″x36″ acrylic on stretched canvas. SOLD.
I came across some beautiful sections of a Maple tree lying next to the curb on my way home. I did not know the reason the tree was cut down. Looked like a healthy tree from the parts I examined. I decided to bring a few sections with me to help restore a new purpose to a life put out to pasture. Is a life worth more with years of experience and knowledge it has gained? Anyway, it sucks getting old, and this tree was old. I imagined what these limbs thought of as they lie on the curb next to each other
– all discombobulated and out of order.
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
-William Blake, Songs of Experience 1794
I burned it all because I could not obtain it
Then after seeing what I had done
Wished I did more to save it
“Never Meant To Last”. 24″x36″. Acrylic on canvas.
The surreal window view of a world in constant transition
unfolding in front of you
while the powers that be grant you a moment to observe
with a cup of coffee
“Waiting Room”. 36″x24″. Acrylic on Canvas.SOLD.*prints available upon request.
“Wild Things Go”. 24″x36″. acrylic on stretched canvas.
She stepped out into the moonlight
To shower in its glow
But she could feel somebody watching
And retreated into the forest
Where all the wild things go