I am sorry for your loss!

I wrote a comment on a wonderful woman's blog tonight that I somewhat regret. She had lost her infant son. I was selfish and told her that all I ever wanted in life was to be loved by a mama. I lived in many foster homes and had many mama's care for me. If only I could be satisfied with that. But the truth is that I cannot go back home to a home that was never there. Dad died last year and I only got to meet him once in my life when I was 30 years old. I never really knew my mother until I was 26 and wanted to come home. "You can't go home again." I don't remember who wrote that, but it's true. My brother's and sister are strangers to me. I don't know them at all. My family life is bricks and mortar that do not fit and is falling down around me. How then do I make a future for myself? I hope one day to have a loving wife and cheerful children playing in the yard, but do such dreams ever come true for one such as me? I struggle against the odds, and I will make the best of my life, but life never seems to come out the way I had planned. Life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans, or so it is said. So said, I say to you sweet lady: May you meet Thomas in heaven! Still I wish you had been my Mom! *sigh*

brrrrrrrr!

It snowed and hailed last night. The world is covered in white. It's cold and I'm going to go back to my warm bed! But first I have to get my dog, Honey, off of my feet. She likes to visit with me when I type. Baby, my cat, also visits with me when I type and she likes to bat at my fingers as they type on the keyboard while she is sitting on my lap. So any typing errors are due to her paws on the keyboard. I can't wait for Spring and Summer, when it will be warmer.

Sunshine

I created this image to represent Star1987A, the star that went supernova in the Southern Cross in April of 1987. It still shines on in my heart and mind, though it has become a pulsar stellar image on telescope. Even though it has been nearly 20 years, I remember the excitement I felt at watching this dying star give out its last light. It was part of a trinary star group (sort of appropriate for the Southern Cross), and it made me think about my own future demise. Will I go out with a bang, or will I go out with a whimper and not even be heard?

Mom teaches me to cook!

Even though I have worked in restaurants before and I cook for myself, there is nothing like Mom's homemade lasaugna! She cooks a mean, meaty lasaugna with special cheeses that makes for one of my favorite meals. Her potato salad in the summer that we take to picinics in the park are also great! She makes a great noodle cassarole and a delicious stir fired Chinese veggie meal that I always enjoy. Sometimes her cooking experiments do not always come out as planned, but I eat them anyway when I go to visit her. My southern cousins, the Navajo; they say: Look to your mother for advice, but always listen to your father. I don't think dad ever cooked a meal on his own, other then to take it out of a can. So if you have a mom that can cook a great meal, you are truly blessed.

I promised you the moon!

Here is the final version of: "Lunar Sea!" It is a silver foil hotstamped onto black paper and I must say that it looks much better then this scanned image. I sell these at local shops and I have some at the Burke Museum gift shop on the University of Washington campus, where I have always sold my works. It is a strange facination I have with the Indian eyes, they always seem to follow me where ever I am in a room. This is sort of a Picasso style facial image. I imagine that I see a profile figure that becomes a frontal view. Is that a killer whale frolicing in the sea of tranquility on the moon's nose and cheek? The moon is my madness and I will send you my sunshine next time! I am working on a new piece that I started many years ago and then promptly forgot about, *sigh* I am lazy now-a-days when it comes to my own art. I used to be able to design and paint dozens a year, now I can't even finish one from many years ago. What happened to my inspiration? I'll tell you it comes from working too hard. I need another break and go visit my sweetheart in Odessa, Ukraine! Although I am out of work right now, I will tell you that it takes twice as much effort to find a job then to do a job! To all who read this I wish you to be inspired by the moon's madness!

Last Summer.

This is a minature painting done by my sweetheart. The original is about the size of your hand! She is sooooo talented. *sigh* I want to make her my wife!!! I will post some of my own artwork again soon.

A 30 million $ bikini!?!

What every girl wants for Valentine's Day; a $30million dollar, 150 flawless D diamonds, platnium chain bikini! What every guy wants for Valentine's Day; Molly Sims modeling it in a private audition!

Care to share a little sunshine?

Two designs I love with much empathy. I was in the mental hospital because I suffered a breakdown whilest working 16hoursaday7days a week in Alaska's fishing industry. I drew these two pieces on napkins while I was in the hospital. I have redrawn them in a more native form that I'll show you later on. I have titled the piece: Lunar SEA.

The world turns its eyes on Turin!

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Date:
Sat, 11 Feb 2006 02:39:18 -0800 (PST)
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All eye's are on Italy!
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Elena my dear, when I read about the terrible cold in Odessa and the fact that it would snow most of this weekend, I did not want you to risk going out in such bad weather. I keep track of the weather in your city almost as much as I inquire about tomorrow's weather in my city. I even get satellite photo's of your current conditions. Bundle up underneath some warm blankets and hold onto a pillow and pretend that it is me. Hopefully one day it will be me that keeps you warm on a cold and stormy winters night.

All eye's of everyone in the world are now on Turin, Italy. The Winter Olympics have opened and so very many nations have sent their best to compete with athletics instead of guns and soldiers. I watched the opening ceremonies tonight. This is more like a tradition for me, to watch the Olympics! It is taught that often times in the past history of troubles amongst the Nations of my Native peoples, it was resolved not on the field of battle, but amongst the two of the greatest in each tribe. Or it would turn out that the two greatests were of opposite sex and a long lasting peace would be achieved by the two of them falling in love! Sometimes the romance was disputed, but always the two lovers and their devotion to peace and a better way of life led to peace throughout the Tribes. It often happened in our stories that the maiden would die, or that the warrior would sacrifice himself instead of bringing about further hate and disagreement. This type of loss is a slap in the face to the very people who wanted war, for them to see that one of their own loved the supposed enemy enough to sacrifice their life so that the two tribes could live in peace. It is my hope that the Olympic games will bring the world together in peace, even if just for a moment! All eye's are on Turin!

I miss you much!
Love and affection and sooooo much more,
Sonny

Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke!

Lousy Arab militant diaparheads can't take a joke! The violent protests a month after the publishing of the cartoon's just goes to show that the cartoons were correct in depicting Mohammadian's as a violent people. Islam is a violent religion and not a faith at all! Muhammad was a fascist pig war monger and is not a prophet! Muslim's deserve to die! If Iran want's nuke's, let's give them one, special delivery right in the heart of downtown Tehran! Nuke 'em till they glow and then shoot them in the dark!!!

Boo hoo the Seahawks lost!

Still it was an exciting game to watch. I guess we'll have to try again next year.

I'm taking the day off!

I'm going to take the day off from work and watch the Super Bowl! GO SEAHAWKS! This is my most recent picture from last Spring. I am in my backyard garden. Luv ya all! Sonny!

I Hope You'll Take It.

I Hope You'll Take It.You give me hope!!!Love, Sonny

The world is full of music!

I first got turned onto world beat music when I first saw Ofra Haza on the front cover of her first album. Then I visited a Scandinavian gift shop and heard them play Sissel Kyrkjebo's music and it was like being in love for the first time! When I first heard Patricia Kaas sing, my heart melted and my spirit soared! Now I go out of my way to find and explore ethno-pop! Alas, Ofra died some years ago, purportedly of AIDS, Sissel got married and became domesticated and Anglecized, and Patricia is now a movie star! What ever happend to staying close to a person's home roots, the traditions that made them great in the first place. If you ever find an album by Demos Roussos from his early years, by all means buy it! I still search the used record stores for international music, and I recently came across Yousefa, an Isreali from Morocco! Her song: green eyed lady, it sticks in my mind. I wish I knew how to find songs from Hawa Beruit and Fay Rouz. I saw their album once when I helped a foreigner move into his new house, I saw his album collection and saw Fay Rouz on the front cover, but I could never find the album in stores. Music is the international language of love!

Me when I was young and handsome.

Yeah, I got red hair and I used to have the temperment to go with it. Kinfolk tell me I look a lot like my Irish grandfather. My hair has faded to brown now and I begin to feel my age. it ain't easy getting older, I begin to feel the aches and pains that my mother complains about. I must have been about seven years in this picture because I started wearing glasses when I turned eight. That's my sestra (Russian word for; sister), Maureen, in the photo behind me. I wish you all the best, and may your dreams come true!