Heavens Glory

BumberShootStudio Paintings
Painting and Poem by Diana Crumpler
Copyright 1998
'Heavens Glory'

I've seen the heavens
in all of their splendor,
such vastness of color
and beauty they render.

In a glorious array
breathtaking to the eye,
horizons are hued
as evening draws nigh.

The mountains are dyed
in oceans of stain
and deserts are painted
composing their fame.

Within canyons of buildings,
who sees the sight...
That illuminates the sky
just moments before night.

Won't You Be My Neighbor

BumberShootStudio Paintings
Copyright 2014
'The Duplex'

Back in the eighties my husband and I lived in a duplex for awhile which was a step up from apartment living.  It had a good size brick planter by the front door that I quickly filled with various types of flowers which made me very happy.

It felt more like a little house but with a neighbor attached, who ended up being a young lady with her son.  I fixed up my mini garden and she fixed up hers, it all looked quite nice as you walked up the sidewalk.

One day I came home to what appeared to be a blood bath on my front porch.  You couldn't see it from the sidewalk because the planter obscured the view but as I neared the patio it was clear something had been decimated at my front door.

I don't have to tell you my thoughts immediately went to my neighbor and her son.  They seemed so nice, what could possibly be the motivation behind this.

Some time went by but it happened again.  Why?  Other neighbors get chocolate chip cookies or an apple pie - but not me...I get leftovers from a 'Walking Dead' movie!

Turns out she had a cat who was very generous after hunting and in fact the most charitable neighbor that we have ever had.

The End

BumberShootStudio Paintings
Copyright 2015
'Daydream'
(Sold)

A little while ago I had to have a tooth pulled without anesthetics or any type of pain killer what so ever.  The reason was do to it hemorrhaging, long story behind why that happened...but the pain was off the charts to the point where nothing would work.

It was excruciating, it had to come out!

I completely understand why they like to use the idea of pulling someones teeth as a means of torture in movies - and real life! 

Then the tooth didn't want to budge, thankfully I had gone late in the day and there were no other patients waiting to be seen.  It would have been down right frightening for them to hear the sounds that were coming out of my room while waiting their turn in the crucifixion chair.

The doctor had to break the tooth up and drill the jaw bone to finally remove it all.  It took forever...the pain was indescribable.

Today I had a permanent bridge put in its place, it marks the end of a thirty year ordeal and the beauty's in the details, you can't even tell that part of my mouth has been touched or doctored.

But you and I both know - there's always a story behind every ending.

Are We There Yet

BumberShootStudio Paintings
A work in progress III

Just need to put the detail in the trees.

Mid-Way Indifference

BumberShootStudio Paintings
A work in progress II

When I was ten I got inspired to do one of those latch hook kits, I was pumped about making something myself and new just the place I'd put it when finished...but something happened along the way.

That endeavor that was so exciting and meaningful to begin somehow lost its importance.  Pressing matters of life began to get in the way, other activities contended for my time, I just became to busy.

Ok whatever, I was ten, I don't think anyone ever finished those things anyway!

Truth is, mid-way through, I bot bored.

As adults we can find ourselves doing the very same thing, how many well intended projects lay waste in our closets and garage...half finished.

I stopped starting things and not finishing them, now when I begin a new exploit I always complete it.

Funny thing is, this has not really helped with clutter and the accumulation of stuff, I have the same amount of projects sitting in my closet and garage as I did before.  The only difference is...they're not started yet.

Come And Listen

BumberShootStudio Paintings
Painting and Poem by Diana Crumpler
Copyright 2001
'Come And Listen'

When the first rays of light
brake through the dawn of night,
tis then you'll hear the sound
of music all around.

Such joy within these songs
proclaimed both loud and strong,
that one can't help but hear
their rhythm far and near.

What melodies they'll share

with all who stop and care
to listen while the birds
sing lyrics without words.

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Remember when the birds were gone...you would wake up in the morning to the sound of traffic and air conditioners in all the windows of countless sky scrapers so vast you could never see the horizon.  Trees do not grow in concrete canyons...so no birds, it was like they had vanished.  Ya, those where some days.

A Work In Progress

BumberShootStudio Paintings
A work in progress

Looking at this image, one doesn't see much.  A piece of paper, some vertical lines that are green in color but nothing to impressive here at all. Why the watermark?  My grand-daughter draws better then that, the lines aren't even straight...

To see beyond the now, the potential of what something (or someone) can be is not always an easy thing to do.

I pain to show my 'before' work because I know others do not see what it is I have envisioned.  When I'm painting a piece I have purpose for each step, it does not just happen in one pass of the brush. Depth comes with layers, layers take time and are messy even down right agonizing!  Sometimes I get stuck or make a mistake and think "that's it - I've just ruined everything"...only to find later that my fumble could be used for something beautiful in the overall painting.

When you take another look, try to see the whole picture this time and that 'work in progress' will never look the same.