MISSIS GAZAWAY - going for a walk in the meadow, all dressed up and not missing a thing

More than 25 years ago we lived in the United States, and our son was enrolled in public school for his first class. He had classmates from around the world. Their English language teacher was Missis Gazaway, a gorgeous strong woman, full of positive life energies, and love for all these little kids, who spoke many languages except English. She was a wonderful teacher, very watchful, caring, funny, and smart. The children adored her, and the parents as well.

Missis Gazaway - 30x40cm - acrylic on canvas board - 2013

OOPS :-)

Standing in Line - 25x35cm - acrylic on canvas board - 2013

MEASLES IN TOWN

 
Measles in Town - 25x35cm - 2013 - acrylic on canvas board

Measles remains a common disease in many parts of the world. Anyone who is not protected against measles is at risk of getting infected when they travel internationally. Make sure you and your family are up to date on measles vaccination.

THE MEETING

The Meeting - 50x50cm - 2014 - acrylic on stretched canvas

Serious things may be discussed, or gossip may bloom... :-)

meet·ing
 (mē′tĭng)

n.

1. The act or process or an instance of coming together; an encounter.

2. An assembly or gathering of people, as for a business, social, or religious purpose.

POMEGRANATE LADIES - at the end of their journey their bellies are full

Pomegranate Ladies - 50x70cm - 2014 - acrylic on stretched canvas

Once when I was living in the heart of a pomegranate, I heard a seed saying, “Someday I shall become a tree, and the wind will sing in my branches, and the sun will dance on my leaves, and I shall be strong and beautiful through all the seasons.”
Then another seed spoke and said, “When I was as young as you, I too held such views; but now that I can weigh and measure things, I see that my hopes were vain.”
And a third seed spoke also, “I see in us nothing that promises so great a future.”
And a fourth said, “But what a mockery our life would be, without a greater future!”
Said a fifth, “Why dispute what we shall be, when we know not even what we are.”
But a sixth replied, “Whatever we are, that we shall continue to be.”
And a seventh said, “I have such a clear idea how everything will be, but I cannot put it into words.”
Then an eighth spoke, and a ninth, and a tenth, and then many–until all were speaking, and I could distinguish nothing for the many voices.
And so I moved that very day into the heart of a quince, where the seeds are few and almost silent.

The Madman by Khalil Gubran
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BIG GUY

Big Guy - 80x60cm - 2014 - acrylic on stretched canvas

He is not dangerous, just showing off...

MAN WITH NO NAME

Man with no Name - 40x30cm - 2013 - acrylic on canvas board

Not related to a book or a movie or a trance musician - he just has no name...   :-)