You've got to give a little,
Take a little,
And let your poor heart break a little. . . .

You've got to laugh a little,
Cry a little,
Until the clouds roll by a little. . . .

You've got to win a little,
Lose a little,
And always have the blues a little.

That's the story of
That's the glory of. . . .

I love art. 

Art is a big part of my life.  I have always had a liking to it ever since I was younger, but it never occured to me before how much I love it, until 7 years ago when I took art in school.  The great thrill I feel inside of me everytime I would pick up a paint brush, or a charcoal or even the cold hard clay in my hands.

I have always been gun shy about my own art, because I know I'm not one of the many great masters.  I don't claim to be good because I know I am not.  But no matter, it's still great when I am able to create something out of my own hand, my own heart and own mind.  It was such a great adrenaline when I finished my first painting.  Acrylic on canvas.  It's not the greatest, but the feeling it gave me while working on it and finishing it is something insurmountable.  Who knew a girl like me would have fallen in love with a paintbrush and a blank canvas?  But I have to say that I'm quite moody and is needy with inspirations before I can pick up a brush.. I suppose we all have our vices.

There has been two great influences in my life when it comes to art.  Pablo Picasso and Georgia O'keeffe.  Mainly because they are the two people whose art works I have love the most.  I think the very first painting/artwork I found was of Picasso's.  Would you believe I found it in an encyclopedia, mindlessly browsing out of boredom.  Then there I saw it, "Girl Before A Mirror" and it was as if it spoke to me in this language no one would probably understand.  I suppose I should say it was more of a feeling that it gave me when I first saw it.  I've failed to explain what those feelings are, and I don't think I'm even going to try to explain it here. 

I do it for me.  When I am around my paints, my brushes, papers, pencils and canvas and art books,  I go inside this world.  My weird world.  I feel happy there, sad, frustrated, satisfied, content and everything else in between.  I'm very peculiar when it comes to art. I don't really like to talk about it most of the time.  Just when I'm in the mood, I guess.  But right now, I don't mind doing a little bit of something just because I am feeling inspired...

So, the main purpose of this is just to entertain myself, and make it somewhat my gift of thanks for the two people who has helped strengthened my love for art. 

As for now, this site will be an ongoing construction, as I add more things about these two artists who have greatly influenced me.