This is so cool! I really like the pieces you are doing from your imagination. This one has a magnetic appeal for me.
Thanks for your comments, by the way, on my little dancer. She was a fun piece to work on.
Excellent Andy,,,the colours you have chosen and blended them together is Amazing my friend,,,an i think of all your Artwork i have now found my Favorite,,,,,well done Andy its Beautiful mate,,,,big 5 from me,,,,regards,,,alan,,,lol,,,,
I used to work in gas pipelines. I am now retired (56years old) and suffer from Rhuematiod Arthritis which I have had since I was 36 years old. I have developed projects in the voluntary sector for over 15 years now and, currently, I am Chairman of a cancer charity I developed. I am married to Marion (36years) and we have 2 daughters and three grandchildren. I started to look at painting as I was a workaholic and had no hobbies and I wanted something to pass my time,also, I suffer from manic depression, art and poetry are mediums that harness my creativity and help me manage the lows!!!
I am a member of the society for all artists.
Journey of discovery
"I travel my journey of discovery through the medium of art I have you my friends, my companions, by my side It has been a very splendid ride so far, learning my trade I could not get this far without you my inspiration, my aids".
Dedicated to all my friends and companions who journey into the unknown with me. I hope you all enjoy may page!
African Storybook
When I think of Africa
When I think of Africa my heart is sore famine, disease, war and much more the child hungry dying from HIV it is sometimes too much for me
When I think of Africa my heart weeps for the motherless children stricken with grief no food to eat or shoes on their feet this is a crime against humanity
When I think of Africa my heart soars landscapes of beauty unsurpassed animals in the wild running free this is the Africa I so long to see
When I think of Africa my heart dreams a land of plenty shared out equally a land where war is an unspoken word where HIV and hunger is a thing of the past
When I think of Africa my heart dances children educated giving them chances empty hospitals, every belly full prosperity for the masses not just the chosen few
I did this next poem last night after my friend Jana Reinecke posted African Cry! all rights to this painting stay with the artist Jana Rienecke!
I only ask one thing of you!
The child speaks to faith in a dream I ask nothing for myself only justice for all no more heartache, hunger or war please don't turn your back on my people I only ask that you do one thing, try lift your head and hear Africa's cry
Heal our lands, feed our people and set them free children laughing, mothers singing to their child harvests good enough to feed us, profit none at all stop the tribal feuds, make our wealth communal I only ask that you do one thing, try lift your head and hear Africa's cry".
My friend Jana sent me a painting she did called "Entangled Souls" after she read the poem I did called "I walk with you" all rights to this painting stay with the artist Jana Rienecke!
I walk with you!
"I walk with you in good and bad times, watching you laugh and cry. I walk with you through fair and stormy weather, I walk with you knowing in our hearts we will always be together. I walk with you through fields of gold, wings entwined in everlasting friendship".
These are my ladies. My wife Marion (Murn) my daughters Mandy and Lia. " I love them all unconditionally, and; more, with the passing of time".
Always in my heart
I think about you every day you are never far away in my heart, you, I always keep until the day I pass away
You will not weep for me for you will always know this in my heart, you, I always keep even in a permanent sleep
I will watch over you from afar my love for you, never faded In my heart, you, I always keep ever, always and until eternity
Whenever I think, I think of you!
Whenever I think of courage I think of you Whenever I think of hardship I think of you Whenever I think of suffering I think of you Whenever I think of humanity I think of you Whenever I think of truth I think of you Whenever I think of sadness I think of you Whenever I think of love I think of you Whenever I think of my mother I think of you
Dedicated to my Mother Charlotte who died of lung cancer when I was a young teenager
I know where you are
I went to see mother today she does not live with me anymore I blamed myself I don't know why I only know her going made me cry
I often used to think of where mother was now why she does not cuddle and read to me at night father says she is in heaven, a star shining bright I hope she hears me say sorry and; that, everything is alright.
I talked with mother again today I hope she heard my plea through salty tears that I missed her and now I know where she has gone walking in golden fields with angels where she belongs."
andypenman2009
Those were the days
Those were the days I have to say walking with a swagger feeling bold living my life from day to day some would say I was a tearaway never doing anything I was told nice to reflect when you are getting old
I have changed it is fair to say not so fit, however, still feeling bold doing everything that I am told it is done with a glint in my eye my spirit intact a devilish charm those were the days I have to say
Alone in the garden of my mind
When I am alone in the garden of my mind Thinking I am one of a kind Seeing beauty is not hard to do Within the flower bed of happiness I see a single rose that is you With a scent that is strong and true
Fleeting moments with you in my heart Hoping we will never ever be apart Waltzing through the wild meadow My thoughts begin to overwhelm me Back into the darkness I am falling In freefall no safety net in sight Reaching out to try and find the light
My mind in spring is a manic delight Full of chaos and mangled emotions A spring in my step must do this and that Talking fast no slowing down in sight Getting tired not wanting it to stop Moving around in my head at a frantic pace Knowing this is going to be a marathon race When I am alone in the garden of my mind
Why, Why, Why This poem is about Palestine
Why do the children cry Why did their fathers die Why can we not live in peace
Why does the mother weep Why can't her child wake from sleep Why can we not live in peace
Why do people have to die Why do others just standby Why can we not live in peace
Original Art - Abstract Landscape
Love the food of the vine!
I sit here at times and dream of the summers past I sip my wine made from a vine that has been in the earth for a thousand years, made to last, spreading good cheer I think of my father, stories he would tell, about turning the soil and at harvest time in the vineyard he held so dear people would come and celebrate with dance and roar the night away with song to herald another bumper year mother and him in love are walking in the moonlight not a whisper could they hear looking at the stars so bright the waves crashing against the shore, sweet delight . I often wonder why; what was it all about I conclude it is love that made the vines stand tall I think of you my land whom I love most of all I shall tell stories of you in summers past before I go".
A Christian Spirit
When I think about Christianity. I think about a simple guy, a carpenter, who put his hand out to help people without judging them and; that, is how I try and live my life.
I have permission from my friend Murphy Elliot to use this drawing and all rights are retained by him as the artist. Thanks Murphy!!!
A simple Guy
"I read about a simple guy with a big heart and spiritual soul who paid a price for being nice not allowed to grow old he rose again the story told to watch over us from a higher plane reunited with his father again".
Another day in paradise
Wonder why the old man cries he has lived a full life now he thinks it is his time to die he hears a voice calling from on high do not fear my dear old friend I am your saviour, and; this day, your life will not end the old man wipes his tears and gives out a hefty sigh another day to live in paradise".
Life is just one big garden
Life is just one big garden filled with many different plants all trying their best to survive some are ground covering gems others weeds strangulating the masses and depriving them of the nourishment that allows them to blossom into a beautiful bouquet within shared plots the strong looking after the weak the young respecting the old where they are tolerant of each others environment and; the need to exist learn about each others growth and culture what nutrients they all need to survive in close proximity to one another where they are given food from the same pot where the flowers are the colour of the rainbow learning to bloom in equal measure in a place where they are all beautiful not shunned because they are slow to blossom or were not given the right start as seedlings nurtured into strong upright plants I would love living in a garden like this and sharing the love of the gardener I call God almighty who started it all in a garden called Eden with two plants he called Adam and Eve
Let this garden flourish for the sake of mankind!!!
Young Life and More!
Young life starting out Slow to grow at first Look beyond the face If not, you will never know
Nurture this delicate being For it is tender and raw Look beyond the face Help this being grow
Encourage the jest for life To be the best they can be Look beyond the face Find the heart and soul
Art - My heaven!
"I started to paint brush alight mood changing a sweet delight the sky blue, mountains bright wonderful feelings are abound warming my heart just like the ground that is why art feels like heaven to me".
Brutal Love (About domestic abuse)
I was brutalised today he just up and left me there I feel no worth and dirty too bruised and violated what do I do
I get myself to my feet my heart pounding to the beat must get washed I feel so lost I will expose him at any cost
In the court my head held high I look at him and ask why he turns away a bastard coward I left with my pain and my dignity".
I live in hope that there is a reason for everything and feel the earthquake in Haiti was no different. This country had been lost to the world and its people forgotten for many, many years and now the spotlight is on the world to help this country and its weary people back to health and stabilit… Continue
I was diagnosed with Rhuematiod Arthritis when I was 36. I was devastated to say the least. I was in a wheelchair for over two years. Also, I have lived with manic depression for most of my adult life. Living with chronic illness is not easy and many people do, living with 2 chronic conditions is hell on earth. I wrote two poems about how they affect me inside and how I feel. Firstly my physical illness and then about my mental illness. I would like to share them with you my friends.
Hey Andy! Thank you so much my friend, that is just a lovely poem, and so very true for all of us. Thank you for being my friend :) You are the best! oxox
Julian