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Art2bseen is owned &amp;amp; operated by Anna Jean Lang Holmes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-7651662980657332635</id><published>2010-11-27T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T07:50:35.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Artwork For Sale | Art2bseen.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.art2bseen.com/art4sale.html"&gt;Original Artwork For Sale | Art2bseen.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-7651662980657332635?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.art2bseen.com/art4sale.html' title='Original Artwork For Sale | Art2bseen.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/7651662980657332635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=7651662980657332635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/7651662980657332635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/7651662980657332635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/11/original-artwork-for-sale-art2bseencom.html' title='Original Artwork For Sale | Art2bseen.com'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-1521378528549058275</id><published>2010-11-26T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:41:06.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>Crossroads&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the happiest days of my childhood&lt;br /&gt;The first ten years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I cling to those years so deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;for without them who would i be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those years I learned&lt;br /&gt;To smile laugh and love&lt;br /&gt;I was barefoot and carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leapt without fear&lt;br /&gt;Into my world of imagination&lt;br /&gt;And in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;My world I conquered !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these years the best of me was formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the worst years of my childhood&lt;br /&gt;The next six years of my life&lt;br /&gt;Malice animosity and fury&lt;br /&gt;Broke down the doors of my perfect world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resulting in disappointment and spitefulness&lt;br /&gt;All that I had known suddenly disappeared !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined dreamed and created a way to survive&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted by the burdens of my peers&lt;br /&gt;I began to drink and smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these years I formed a harden shell&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know&lt;br /&gt;It would mature into strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone and confused&lt;br /&gt;I stood sadly in the center of my life&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding and playing each aspect over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I eagerly pondered my short life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during this process that I became whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my good had merged with my bad&lt;br /&gt;The fog had lifted and the sun rose bold&lt;br /&gt;My first theory was thought and understood !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must know love&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must suffer disappointments&lt;br /&gt;To gain strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must embrace imagination&lt;br /&gt;and the ability to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For without them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your motivation&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy or survive&lt;br /&gt;What life has to offer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJLH 10-9-97&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-1521378528549058275?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/1521378528549058275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=1521378528549058275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/1521378528549058275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/1521378528549058275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/11/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-6071860322940854019</id><published>2010-11-26T09:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:39:15.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Build It , But The Earth Will Claim It.</title><content type='html'>You Can Build It , But The Earth Will Claim It.&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the intelligence of Homo sapiens&lt;br /&gt;We will not last the test of time&lt;br /&gt;The evolution of this planet will veto and override&lt;br /&gt;Anything and everything we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperatures will slowly rise&lt;br /&gt;Glaciers will once again creep over the land&lt;br /&gt;Its angry core will back build and explode with anger&lt;br /&gt;Continents will shift&lt;br /&gt;Land will be reclaimed by the oceans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will occur over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Each time all remaining forms of life&lt;br /&gt;Start the journey of evolution over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cycle will continue,&lt;br /&gt;Each one spanning millions of years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will continue until its&lt;br /&gt;Fiery core is slowly depleted.&lt;br /&gt;Triggering a cycle of de-evolution&lt;br /&gt;That will eventually lead to this planets death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJLH 7-10-2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-6071860322940854019?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/6071860322940854019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=6071860322940854019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/6071860322940854019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/6071860322940854019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-can-build-it-but-earth-will-claim.html' title='You Can Build It , But The Earth Will Claim It.'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-8713994747660353608</id><published>2010-11-26T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:37:56.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurred Vission</title><content type='html'>Blurred Vision&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.﻿&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step back And take a good look at your self&lt;br /&gt;It will be more clear from a distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Are your words &amp; actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Moving you closer towards love&lt;br /&gt;Or farther from your true self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJLH 2-9-10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-8713994747660353608?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/8713994747660353608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=8713994747660353608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/8713994747660353608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/8713994747660353608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/11/blurred-vission.html' title='Blurred Vission'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-741561430265078586</id><published>2010-11-26T09:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:36:46.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling Out</title><content type='html'>Refers to the perception that someone is compromising their integrity, morality, or principles in exchange for money or "success" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is commonly associated with attempts to tailor material to a mainstream audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selling out is often seen as gaining success at the cost of credibility.﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-741561430265078586?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/741561430265078586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=741561430265078586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/741561430265078586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/741561430265078586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/11/selling-out.html' title='Selling Out'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-5982057493891168839</id><published>2010-11-26T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:35:22.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist Statement</title><content type='html'>I 'm always nervous when it comes time to enter a show,my stomach knots up, and I question my talent left and right. Having no formal training as an artist, I often feel like an outsider or like a fish out of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love what I do, and the few awkward moments are worth it, when I'm lucky enough to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to limit myself to only one art form, for my soul knows not the limits set by others. If my mind has the ability to imagine it, then my hands have the power to bring it to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ones life should not be judged by levels of formal education, but measured by a persons true level of intellect, creativity, ability to set and achieve goals .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Artist Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-5982057493891168839?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/5982057493891168839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=5982057493891168839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/5982057493891168839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/5982057493891168839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/11/artist-statement.html' title='Artist Statement'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-4910970560632778686</id><published>2010-11-26T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:34:25.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist Needs</title><content type='html'>Artist Needs&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can fade over time , trust can disapear in an instant ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling you get when you look at a piece of artwork and know that it is done&lt;br /&gt;can never be taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art may get sold , lost ,stolen or damaged ...&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the point of creation the art has all ready given you the artist what you needed from it !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-4910970560632778686?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/4910970560632778686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=4910970560632778686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/4910970560632778686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/4910970560632778686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/11/artist-needs.html' title='Artist Needs'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-4615067819261220910</id><published>2010-11-26T09:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:27:39.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art2bseen blog'/><title type='text'>The Life Of A Painting</title><content type='html'>The Life Of A Painting&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paintings have a beginning,but no real end. They come from within and go forth into the world.A never ending journey of creativity loved by some and hated by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few we cling to forever they travel around with us from place to place like an old rag doll from our childhood.They are scratched ,dented, worn and tattered.Many are early paintings ,raw in form lacking composition , But we drag them around as a constant reminder of how far we have come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others we give away freely or barter with in times of need.Used as gifts or donations to support a cause.That's one of the best things about being an artist .You can always draw on your talent to brighten someone's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are pampered and shine in shows adorned with shiny ribbons &amp; awards . Those that stand above receive privileged exhibits ,And the truly amazing ones hang in museums or a collectors home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A over whelming urge to paint can lead an artist that's low on supplies to take drastic measures and on occasion they get painted over and become something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often they are recycled dis guarded by those who hold no attachment to them.They are sold at yards sales , donated to thrift stores and sold in estate sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Very rarely do they ever make it to the rubbish, someone always says :don't throw that away , are you crazy, I'll take that and off it goes to another world , another life , and a whole new chain of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;10-4-2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-4615067819261220910?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/4615067819261220910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=4615067819261220910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/4615067819261220910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/4615067819261220910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-of-painting.html' title='The Life Of A Painting'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-6542288545605686155</id><published>2010-03-15T08:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:59:29.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Human Conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Human Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do not judge others by what they think or feel inside , or by their good intentions contained with in them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Judge them for their outward actions , that is a true reflection of ones charter.&lt;br /&gt;for only cowards act in opposite of their true being.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- AJLH 10-20-09&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-6542288545605686155?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/6542288545605686155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=6542288545605686155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/6542288545605686155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/6542288545605686155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/03/human-conclusion.html' title='A Human Conclusion'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-7014993195671747096</id><published>2010-03-15T08:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:58:54.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LASTING MEMORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lasting Memories&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In a time&lt;br /&gt;When we can not run from death&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts beat quickly&lt;br /&gt;With the best intent&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our eyes flood with tears&lt;br /&gt;Love with each one shed&lt;br /&gt;Souls ache&lt;br /&gt;When we can not run from death&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Recalling every memory&lt;br /&gt;Reserving spaces in our minds&lt;br /&gt;Assuring every memory will live on through out our lives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In a time&lt;br /&gt;When we cannot run from death&lt;br /&gt;Cherish every moment&lt;br /&gt;With the best intent&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Create another memory&lt;br /&gt;With smiles and a laugh&lt;br /&gt;It’s all that we can do&lt;br /&gt;When we can not run from death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-7014993195671747096?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/7014993195671747096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=7014993195671747096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/7014993195671747096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/7014993195671747096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/03/lasting-memories.html' title='LASTING MEMORIES'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-6092973554241513133</id><published>2010-03-15T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:58:15.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DEARLY DEPARTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dearly Departed&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Trembling with fear&lt;br /&gt;scared at heart&lt;br /&gt;I feel to my knees&lt;br /&gt;when I heard she passed on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“She left us today “&lt;br /&gt;were the words that I heard&lt;br /&gt;It was unbelievable to me ,&lt;br /&gt;that my mother was gone .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;confused and discouraged&lt;br /&gt;at life’s cruel path.&lt;br /&gt;Yet relived and peaceful&lt;br /&gt;that her suffering had past.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I fought with depression&lt;br /&gt;until I set her free&lt;br /&gt;With my very own hands&lt;br /&gt;into the sea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hands covered with her dust&lt;br /&gt;lay across my chest&lt;br /&gt;Then wiped on my soul&lt;br /&gt;her memory forever caressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-6092973554241513133?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/6092973554241513133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=6092973554241513133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/6092973554241513133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/6092973554241513133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/03/dearly-departed.html' title='DEARLY DEPARTED'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-8285414606795516388</id><published>2010-03-15T08:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:57:40.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPORARY RESURRECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Temporary Resurrection&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Instantly she appeared before me&lt;br /&gt;so tall and thin&lt;br /&gt;her skin pale and soft&lt;br /&gt;lightly dusted with freckles from the southern sun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Her eyes sparkled as I eagerly ran towards her&lt;br /&gt;She met me half way with poise and grace&lt;br /&gt;A smile stretched across her face&lt;br /&gt;She knelt to her knees&lt;br /&gt;with a warm embrace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Together we walked again&lt;br /&gt;As the Atlantic surf tickled our toes&lt;br /&gt;Echos of beach music&lt;br /&gt;Floated in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Hoots and hollars from the bingo parlor&lt;br /&gt;Bounced across the waves.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Her arms held me tight&lt;br /&gt;As we gently swayed back and forth on the Ferris wheel&lt;br /&gt;On top of the world&lt;br /&gt;Together we sat&lt;br /&gt;Peering down on others&lt;br /&gt;That looked like ants.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In shades of black and white&lt;br /&gt;Her image flickers on the wall&lt;br /&gt;silently I sit&lt;br /&gt;Tears begin to flow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then click click click ...&lt;br /&gt;Light on , That’s the end !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-8285414606795516388?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/8285414606795516388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=8285414606795516388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/8285414606795516388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/8285414606795516388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/03/temporary-resurrection.html' title='TEMPORARY RESURRECTION'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-7238899601665123055</id><published>2010-03-15T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:56:56.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CROSSROADS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crossroads&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They were the happiest years of my childhood&lt;br /&gt;The first ten years of my life&lt;br /&gt;I cling to those years so deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;For with out them who would I be?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;During those years I learned to smile laugh and love&lt;br /&gt;I was barefoot and carefree,&lt;br /&gt;I leapt with out fear into my world of imagination&lt;br /&gt;And in my dreams my world I concurred.&lt;br /&gt;During these years the best of me was formed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;These are the worst years of my childhood&lt;br /&gt;The next six years of my life&lt;br /&gt;Malice animosity and fury broke down the doors&lt;br /&gt;Of my perfect world&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Resulting in disappointment and spitefulness&lt;br /&gt;All I had known suddenly disappeared&lt;br /&gt;I imagined, dreamed and created a way to survive&lt;br /&gt;I began to write, paint, drink and smoke.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The carefree child had become a loner self -confined to her room&lt;br /&gt;Where in here creations her world was once again the same.&lt;br /&gt;During these years I formed a hardened shell&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know it would mature into strength.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alone and confused&lt;br /&gt;I stood sadly in the center of my life&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding and playing each aspect over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I eagerly pondered my short life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was during this process that I became whole.&lt;br /&gt;All of my good had merged with my bad&lt;br /&gt;The fog had lifted and the sun rose bold&lt;br /&gt;My first theory was thought and understood.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You must know love to enjoy happiness,&lt;br /&gt;You must suffer disappointments to gain strength,&lt;br /&gt;You must embrace imagination and the ability to dream,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For without them…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What is your motivation to enjoy or survive,&lt;br /&gt;What life has to offer?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- AJLH 2002&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-7238899601665123055?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/7238899601665123055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=7238899601665123055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/7238899601665123055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/7238899601665123055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/03/crossroads.html' title='CROSSROADS'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-5628303766197138777</id><published>2010-03-15T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:53:03.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE ME BLANK PAPER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give Me Blank Paper&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Give me blank paper and I will fly free&lt;br /&gt;I will explain all my feelings&lt;br /&gt;And things that I’ve seen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With a pencil in my hand&lt;br /&gt;you can pierce into my soul&lt;br /&gt;Enter a world until now&lt;br /&gt;Was unknown&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With a paragraph on paper&lt;br /&gt;You can walk in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Journey down a path&lt;br /&gt;You may or may not know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With each page that I clutter&lt;br /&gt;my life will unfold&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You can learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Laugh from my joys&lt;br /&gt;Shed tears from my sadness&lt;br /&gt; With out hearing my voice&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just give me blank paper&lt;br /&gt;So I can fly free&lt;br /&gt;I will expose and release all that is me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AJLH 7.30.97&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-5628303766197138777?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/5628303766197138777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=5628303766197138777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/5628303766197138777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/5628303766197138777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-me-blank-paper.html' title='GIVE ME BLANK PAPER'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-4531629222527024918</id><published>2010-03-15T08:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:52:25.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HYP-HYP-O-CRITES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hyp-Hyp-0-Crites&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do as I say . Not as I do !&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I did&lt;br /&gt;So what’s wrong with you ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just cut out my tongue&lt;br /&gt;You won’t let me speak&lt;br /&gt;My point is one&lt;br /&gt;I know you would agree&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I paint what I like&lt;br /&gt;I write what I feel&lt;br /&gt;I say what I think&lt;br /&gt;And I do it all with care.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But no matter the subject&lt;br /&gt;Their response is the same…&lt;br /&gt;Just hush little girl&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cause a fuss&lt;br /&gt;Come join the club&lt;br /&gt;Be hypocrites like us !&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AJLH 4.96&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-4531629222527024918?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/4531629222527024918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=4531629222527024918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/4531629222527024918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/4531629222527024918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/03/hyp-hyp-o-crites.html' title='HYP-HYP-O-CRITES'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-3741185952247422403</id><published>2010-03-15T08:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:51:44.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ASSUMPTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assumptions&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Artistic talent is not solely a god given gift&lt;br /&gt;as those without often assume.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With a shallow smile on my face aggravation builds with in me&lt;br /&gt;Each time I hear “ How lucky you must be to have such a gift “&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gifts come wrapped in pretty paper and bows&lt;br /&gt;You simply open them and they are yours&lt;br /&gt;Such a gift , I have not been given.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The only gift I see in myself are the images that appear when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is capable of imagination to some degree.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My ability to transfer these images&lt;br /&gt;Into a medium you can see or read&lt;br /&gt;Are in no way a gift.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It is a complex layering&lt;br /&gt;Of learned techniques&lt;br /&gt;By method of instruction&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes of trial and error&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And at times the urge to try something totally off the wall .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Keep in mind…&lt;br /&gt;A project only ends in success&lt;br /&gt;When I am able to duplicate these images&lt;br /&gt;Exactly as they appear in my mind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And for every one success&lt;br /&gt;Ten or more failures&lt;br /&gt;May have proceeded it&lt;br /&gt;But were never seen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Perhaps this is why others assume&lt;br /&gt;It is a god given gift&lt;br /&gt;That easily rolls from my finger tips.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AJLH 10-96&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-3741185952247422403?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/3741185952247422403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=3741185952247422403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/3741185952247422403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/3741185952247422403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/03/assumptions.html' title='ASSUMPTIONS'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-8061857515987290311</id><published>2010-03-15T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:51:06.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REINCARNATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reincarnation&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I look into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I see you standing there&lt;br /&gt;Although the image is not exact&lt;br /&gt;I see your spirit there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I gaze onto my artwork&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your help&lt;br /&gt;My eyes can not belive&lt;br /&gt;What my hands have brought about.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I raise my voice sharply&lt;br /&gt;At commotion in the house&lt;br /&gt;Before I even know it&lt;br /&gt;Your morals come blurting out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are you here with  me ?&lt;br /&gt;I Really need to  know  ...&lt;br /&gt;Or did I as a child,&lt;br /&gt;Hear the messages that you told.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AJLH 10-96&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-8061857515987290311?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/8061857515987290311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=8061857515987290311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/8061857515987290311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/8061857515987290311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/03/reincarnation.html' title='REINCARNATION'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-3005832827165941722</id><published>2010-03-15T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:50:18.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLURRED VISION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blurred Vision&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Step back&lt;br /&gt;And take a good look at your self&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It will be more clear from a distance&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are your words &amp;amp; actions&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Moving you closer towards love&lt;br /&gt;Or farther from your true self&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AJLH 2-9-10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-3005832827165941722?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/3005832827165941722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=3005832827165941722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/3005832827165941722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/3005832827165941722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/03/blurred-vision.html' title='BLURRED VISION'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-3308806205834796234</id><published>2010-03-15T08:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:49:32.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BY MY HANDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;By My Hands&lt;br /&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2010 Art2bseen. All rights reserved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(please excuse the caps ,I have copied &amp;amp; pasted this from my book file and my hands are to sore to re type it )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BY MY HANDS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I’M SMOKING IN A CREATIVE FRENZY&lt;br /&gt;I EASILY DUPLICATE AND IMAGE IN MY MIND&lt;br /&gt;  UPON COMPLETION ...I CRACK MY KNUCKLES&lt;br /&gt;STRETCH MY ARMS HIGH AND THEN WIDE&lt;br /&gt;I TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND RELAXINGLY SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;  DEFENSIVELY HELD BETWEEN MY LIPS&lt;br /&gt;I EAGERLY LIGHT A CIGARETTE&lt;br /&gt;  WITH EACH HAUL THAT I TAKE&lt;br /&gt;I CRITIQUE MY OWN WORK&lt;br /&gt;AS I PONDER MY COLORS OR CHOICE OF WORDS&lt;br /&gt;IN MY HAND ANOTHER CIGARETTE BURNS !&lt;br /&gt;  SMOKE SPIRALS UPWARDS AIMLESSLY AND FREE&lt;br /&gt;SO SIMILAR TO THE IMAGES IN MY MIND I SEE !&lt;br /&gt;  AT THE END OF THE DAY ...&lt;br /&gt;  MY HANDS ARE SORE , MY VOICE IS MARRED&lt;br /&gt;AND TWO PACKS OF CIGARETTES&lt;br /&gt;EMPTY THEY LAY&lt;br /&gt;BESIDE THE CREATION OF A PRODUCTIVE DAY&lt;br /&gt;  DON’T LOOK TO MY FACE TO SEE WHO I AM&lt;br /&gt;JUST TAKE A LOOK AT MY HARD WORKING HANDS .&lt;br /&gt;  HANDS COVERED WITH PAINT&lt;br /&gt;SMUGGLED WITH INK&lt;br /&gt;NICOTINE STAINS AND JOINTS THAT ACHE&lt;br /&gt;  THEY ARE THE KEY TO MY MIND&lt;br /&gt;SO FRAGILE AND STRONG&lt;br /&gt;CREATIVE AND SELF DESTRUCTIVE&lt;br /&gt;  MY HANDS SHOW IT ALL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  AJLH 10 -20-97&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-3308806205834796234?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/3308806205834796234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=3308806205834796234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/3308806205834796234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/3308806205834796234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2010/03/by-my-hands.html' title='BY MY HANDS'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-2960738035949183982</id><published>2009-10-21T14:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:05:28.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain Reaction Via Montessori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zazzle.com/art2bseen/cg-196062032915479948"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I knew very little about Dr. Maria Montessori until my sister decided to switch her career from political science to becoming a Montessori teacher. She asked me to create an image for a letter head that reflected Montessori teachings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No problem I said, give me a week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I started to play around with a few ideas and quickly realized I need to now more Dr. Maria Montessori in order to create a reflective image of her ideas. After three days of researching it was apparent to me, that I, myself could have benefited from attending Montessori schools growing up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You see I’m naturally creative and through out my childhood people picked up on it, encouraged it but not nearly enough. I was forced a long hard path of developing my best skills on my own, while all my teachers were forcing me to develop skills they thought would be best for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After learning more about Dr. Maria Montessori I found it easy to create images in keeping with her teachings. The First one was titled&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/art2bseen/4478790"&gt; Children Around The World&lt;/a&gt; and remains to be my best selling product to date.Today I created a new image titled &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/art2bseen/gifts?cg=196062032915479948"&gt; Montessori Peace&lt;/a&gt; which has a lot of symbolism reflecting the principles of Montessori.You can find more of my Montessori Designs at either of my online shops : &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/art2bseen"&gt;Art2bseen Affordable Gifts&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/art2bseen"&gt;Art2bseen Designer Gifts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Helping my sister out with a simple favor helped me expand my knowledge on many levels.Funny how one event can start a chain reaction.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;If you would like to learn more about Dr. Maria Montessori &lt;a href="http://www.montessori.edu/maria.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read an informative short biography on her. Below I have listed a few of my favorite “Maria Montessori Quotes” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The human hand allows the mind to reveal itself.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“A man is not what he is because of the teachers he has had, but because of what he has done.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Children become like the things they love.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The greatness of the human personality begins at the hour of birth.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The child is both a hope and a promise for mankind.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Let us start with one very simple reflection: the child, unlike the adult, is not on his way to death. He is on his way to life.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Respect all the reasonable forms of activity in which the child engages and try to understand them.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“And herein lies the art of the educator; in knowing how to measure the action by which we help the young child's personality to develop.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“It is true that we cannot make a genius. We can only give to each child the chance to fulfill his potential possibilities.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feel free to share your thoughts and ideas about Dr. Maria Montessori or Montessori Teaching in general .I’d like to here what you think.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-2960738035949183982?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/2960738035949183982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=2960738035949183982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/2960738035949183982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/2960738035949183982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2009/10/chain-reaction-via-montessori.html' title='Chain Reaction Via Montessori'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-2929116743581587060</id><published>2009-10-20T08:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:03:20.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Human Conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;By: Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.art2bseenshop.com/artwork.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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Hanson ,Was recently awarded The Lord Kelvin Award in Tel Aviv by the International Electrotechnical Commission (IEC) .For his contributions in the field of fiber optics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simply put he is a magic man with numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I learned about the award I thought about all the people in the world like him. That work so passionately to solve problems that we all benefit from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit overwhelming at first. So many people &amp;amp; so much work has been tediously tweaked out in numbers scribbled on miles of paper until solutions are solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Thumbs Up Tom"&lt;/span&gt; and to all the people like you in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To learn more about his work check out the articles below my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Battle Of Left &amp;amp; Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;By: Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I sit back and think of people that have come into my life at different points and try to compartmentalize the who, what, when, where's and whys. It's a copping mechanism I use to understand that most things in life happen for a reason. What are the pros and cons, the benefits or consequences of knowing them in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When we met, we were faced with the typical power struggles often found between stepparents and stepchildren. As you might expect my stepfather &amp;amp; I are as opposite as left &amp;amp; right, I was a right brain creative and he was dominated by a technical left brain. This complicated things just a bit, but we found our way thought it by finding common interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One day there was a discussion about where to hang a painting in the home, It was a framed print of Van Gogh's sunflowers, I'm sure it was his because I had not seen it before. I just sat back thinking to myself "who cares where it hangs" like a typical young teen. Anyway it seemed to be important that in hang in the same room as the television. That evening at the dinner table I asked "what's the big deal about the art print anyway?" He simply said "It's one of Van Gogh's sunflowers and I like it". I had no idea who this Van Gogh guy was so I checked into it at the school library. From that day on I was truly hooked on Van Gogh's art. Thinking back on things now, I can see the importance of where the art print should hang and the irony of it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vincent had quite an attachment to the flowers personally. In the year before his death he wrote to his brother 'It is a kind of painting that rather changes in character, and takes on a richness the longer you look at it… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This print hung on the wall opposite of his chair where he spent hundreds of hours littering miles of fold out computer paper with number after number. I can't help but wander if he found calm when gazing into Van Gogh's work, which allowed his mind to identify problems and find solutions in his own work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He also introduced me to the work of MC Escher another favorite artist of mine. And again I had to explore this Escher guy at the school library .It didn't take me long to learn that he loved the math behind the work and I loved the image of the work. I also found Escher to be humors and intriguing as well as talented, as the quotes below reflect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs and check"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"To have peace with this peculiar life; to accept what we do not understand; to wait calmly for what awaits us, you have to be wiser than I am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M.C. Escher was a man studied and greatly appreciated by respected mathematicians, scientists and crystallographers yet he had no formal training in math or science. He was a humble man who considered himself neither an artist nor mathematician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We continued to struggle, a constant tug of war between left and right. Both being a bit stubborn we marched on. Back then we were not totally surrounded by the modern marvels of today; We of course had a computer in the house, it was a Texas instruments keyboard hooked up to a television and it had a few games on it. But I was mostly used for programming and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We played a lot of board games while listening to music on a record player; he has an amazing collection of albums. I was born in 1968 and so my knowledge of music at the time consisted of southern rock, disco and pop .I had from time to time heard some of the music he listened to, but it really wasn't main stream. The more I listened to it the more I liked it. To this day when ever I hear a song by the Beatles I think of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was in seventh grade when he taught me how to play backgammon; I instantly fell in love with the game. And as for us it was a positive way to battle. Backgammon is the perfect mixture of luck and skill, a balance of strategic moves and risk taking. Yet another common ground for the left and the right. He also taught me how to play other games which have been constant in my life. Such as Risk &amp;amp; Othello (reversi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We continued to find common ground in art, games and music, and eventually we reached a clam understanding for one another. In some odd way I think we learned from one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So as you can see behind the numbers is a man, who introduced me to art, games &amp;amp; music? He opened my mind through simple things allowing me to truly find the talents of my right. In a sneaky manner opened my left allowing me to benefit from all that life has to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;POSTED: October 15, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;By : The Emmetsburg Reporter/Emmetsburg Democrat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Hanson&lt;br /&gt;To Receive Lord Kelvin Award In Tel Aviv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas A. Hanson, who grew up in Emmetsburg, has been invited to Tel Aviv, Israel, to receive the prestigious Lord Kelvin Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is being presented at the general meeting of the International Electrotechnical Commission (IEC) on Oct. 20. The other two recipients are from Germany and Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IEC prepares international standards for all electrical, electronic and related technologies. Tom received one of the first IEC awards given to an American in 2004. It is called the 1906 Award marking the one hundredth anniversary of the founding of IEC in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is honored by the Lord Kelvin Award in recognition of his substantial contributions to the IEC body of work in the telecommunications sector for optical communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been active in the IEC and the International Telecommunications Union (ITU) for 25 years, attending international meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom has been a key contributor, author, project leader and Convenor for the body of work on optical fiber and cable, as well as optical systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has also ably served as a key liaison between IEC on corresponding work in the ITU ensuring smooth alignment and complimentary efforts at the international level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanson is recognized as one of the world’s experts in fiber optics for strength and fatigue (reliability) and polarization mode dispersion (PMD), which limits the amount of information an optical fiber can carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his conduct as a Convenor, Tom was exemplary in ensuring that all voices were heard. As a leader and contributor to the North American Standards group,&lt;br /&gt;Tom was also instrumental in the development of a large volume of industry test and measurement procedures. His contributions were key to the modern communication systems which are based on optical fiber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his travels to meetings of the IEC and the ITU, Tom has visited most of the countries in Europe. He has been on every continent except Antarctica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found that Istanbul and Hanoi were the most interesting places. His favorite was Cork, Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now retired, Hanson, who resides in Corning, NY, was Standards Engineering Manager and Engineering Associate at Corning Incorporated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom holds a BS degree in mathematics from the University of Iowa and a MS degree in statistics from Iowa State University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the son of Verna Hanson and the late Joseph Hanson of Emmetsburg. He graduated from Emmetsburg High School in 1970. Tom’s wife, RoxAnn, will be accompanying him to Tel Aviv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;July 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;International Electrotechnical Commission&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © IEC 2009. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IEC Lord Kelvin Awards to be presented at the 2009 General Meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Thomas A. HANSON&lt;br /&gt;(United States of America)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Hanson is nominated for the IEC Lord Kelvin award in recognition of his substantial&lt;br /&gt;contributions to the IEC body of work in the telecommunications sector for optical communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His efforts, directly and indirectly, have contributed to a large body of IEC work in one of the IEC’s&lt;br /&gt;most prolific committees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom has been a key contributor, author, project leader and convenor for the body of work on optical fibre and cable as well as optical systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has also ably served as&lt;br /&gt;a key liaison between IEC and corresponding work in ITU-T ensuring smooth alignment and&lt;br /&gt;complementary efforts at the international level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IEC INVOLVEMENT&lt;br /&gt;Tom Hanson has been active in IEC work for over 25 years, starting as a member of the TC mirror&lt;br /&gt;committee, working as a project expert, project leader and convenor principally in the field of Fibre&lt;br /&gt;Optics under TC86.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom’s contributions to the success of the IEC are found in four principal areas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Tom has authored or been a key contributor on most of the optical communications related&lt;br /&gt;Standards, test methods, specifications and technical reports in TC86 and SC86A including the&lt;br /&gt;60793 series, on optical fibres, and many of the IEC 60794 series as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today these documents&lt;br /&gt;are the foundation of a dynamic technical market, where the IEC work is a cornerstone for trade&lt;br /&gt;and commerce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom also has been a prolific author in the development of system level test&lt;br /&gt;methods in IEC SC86C, and specifications as well as a series of technical guidelines in the IEC&lt;br /&gt;61280 series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is recognized as one of the world’s experts in fibre optics for strength and&lt;br /&gt;fatigue (reliability) and polarization mode dispersion (PMD), which limits the amount of information&lt;br /&gt;an optical fibre can carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His math and statistical skills led to the development of much needed models and algorithms incorporated into IEC standards which addressed one roadblock or another faced by the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is also recognized as a metrology expert serving as an expert for TC86/ WG4 on Calibration as well as a leading contributor to the TC86 Ad-Hoc on Multimode Bandwidth Launch Conditions.&lt;br /&gt;Second, at the international level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom served as Convenor of SC86C / WG1 on Fibre Optic Communication Systems and Sub-systems, helping to bridge the interface between the IEC&lt;br /&gt;community of manufacturers and the external groups of users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Documents written by Tom or under the guidance of his WG facilitated the use of other IEC test methods and specifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User guides and technical reports documented limitations and their mitigations for a new and rapidly&lt;br /&gt;emerging technology. In his conduct as a Convenor,&lt;br /&gt;Tom was exemplary in ensuring that all voices&lt;br /&gt;were heard and consensus reached. In one case, a contentious issue arose with two differing&lt;br /&gt;points of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an important technical issue, understood by only a handful of experts worldwide, and the inability to reach agreement would impact the markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom took the time to deconvolve the proposals made by each proponent, analyzed them in detail, pointed out errors and omissions to each and brought them back to the next WG meeting to achieve consensus on an important IEC standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, Tom served as the liaison between IEC and several external groups to explain promote and&lt;br /&gt;harmonize the alignment of our body of work in the IEC with those groups and to ensure that, in&lt;br /&gt;the preparation of the IEC work, their needs and concerns were clearly heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom was the liaison between IEC TC86, SC86A and SC86C to ITU-T SG15 on Optical Transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His efforts were key in ensuring that IEC TC86 Standards are widely referenced in the ITU-T SG15 Recommendations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also deserves much credit for ensuring that many of the discontinuities that emerged between&lt;br /&gt;the systems Recommendations in ITU and the Product Standards in IEC were reconciled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, at the national committee level, Tom has been a proponent for the IEC work in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;committee of TC86 and its subcommittees for over 25 years, and chair of the SC86A mirror&lt;br /&gt;committee for approximately 13 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Tom has been a member of the National&lt;br /&gt;Committee mirror body for the SMB since its creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been instrumental in facilitating&lt;br /&gt;effective NC involvement at the expert level and led the NC efforts to rewrite the mirror committee&lt;br /&gt;policy and process rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom was one of the first recipients awarded the IEC 1906 award by TC86 at its inception in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER STANDARDIZATION ACTIVITIES&lt;br /&gt;As noted previously, Tom has been an effective liaison and ambassador for TC86 work to and from&lt;br /&gt;other IEC committees, national standards groups and external groups including ITU-T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom has served in an expert capacity for some work undertaken in IEEE 802 on modelling and&lt;br /&gt;limitations of optical transmission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom has served as Rapporteur of ITU-T SG15 (Optical Transport) Question 5 on Optical Fibres&lt;br /&gt;and Cables for approximately seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom has also served as chair and subsequently vice chair of the Telecommunications Industry&lt;br /&gt;Association Subcommittee TC42.12 on Optical Fibers and Cables and in its predecessor body,&lt;br /&gt;FO-4.2. As a leader and contributor of a key North American Standards group,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom was also instrumental in the development of a large volume of industry test and measurement procedures known as FOTPs. These documents preceded the IEC work and served the industry well before agreement was reached on IEC standards. Subsequent to the publication of IEC test procedures,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom was instrumental in replacing many of the FOTPs with identical national adoptions of the IEC&lt;br /&gt;document.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSIONAL / STANDARDIZATION ASSOCIATIONS MEMBERSHIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom has been recognized by his employer,&lt;br /&gt;Corning Incorporated, by being named an Engineering Associate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This distinction is awarded to a limited number of employees for the body and impact of their contributions and is selected by a peer review process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL&lt;br /&gt;Tom holds a bachelor's degree in mathematics from the University of Iowa and received a master's&lt;br /&gt;degree in statistics from Iowa State University.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-8302704936114570768?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/8302704936114570768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=8302704936114570768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/8302704936114570768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/8302704936114570768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-behind-numbers.html' title='The Man Behind The Numbers.'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-6226154326483855467</id><published>2009-10-16T17:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:49:46.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/StjqDzTJ8zI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3Syp-_f2iss/s1600-h/ajlh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/StjqDzTJ8zI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3Syp-_f2iss/s200/ajlh2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393317904807228210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CROSSROADS&lt;br /&gt;By: Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; They were the happiest years of my childhood&lt;br /&gt;The first ten years of my life&lt;br /&gt;I cling to those years so deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;For with out them who would I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those years I learned to smile laugh and love&lt;br /&gt;I was barefoot and carefree,&lt;br /&gt;I leapt with out fear into my world of imagination&lt;br /&gt;And in my dreams my world I concurred.&lt;br /&gt;During these years the best of me was formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the worst years of my childhood&lt;br /&gt;The next six years of my life&lt;br /&gt;Malice animosity and fury broke down the doors&lt;br /&gt;Of my perfect world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resulting in disappointment and spitefulness&lt;br /&gt;All I had known suddenly disappeared&lt;br /&gt;I imagined, dreamed and created a way to survive&lt;br /&gt;I began to write, paint, drink and smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carefree child had become a loner self -confined to her room&lt;br /&gt;Where in here creations her world was once again the same.&lt;br /&gt;During these years I formed a hardened shell&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know it would mature into strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone and confused&lt;br /&gt;I stood sadly in the center of my life&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding and playing each aspect over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I eagerly pondered my short life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during this process that I became whole.&lt;br /&gt;All of my good had merged with my bad&lt;br /&gt;The fog had lifted and the sun rose bold&lt;br /&gt;My first theory was thought and understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must know love to enjoy happiness,&lt;br /&gt;You must suffer disappointments to gain strength,&lt;br /&gt;You must embrace imagination and the ability to dream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For without them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your motivation to enjoy or survive,&lt;br /&gt;What life has to offer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJLH 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-6226154326483855467?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/6226154326483855467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=6226154326483855467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/6226154326483855467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/6226154326483855467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2009/10/crossroads-by-anna-jean-lang-holmes.html' title=''/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/StjqDzTJ8zI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3Syp-_f2iss/s72-c/ajlh2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-4916463663114559324</id><published>2009-10-04T15:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:25:58.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life Of A Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.art2bseenshop.com/artprints.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/Ssj2fwLhkaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_oc9Z93c3O8/s320/449888.4478954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388827979518415266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paintings have a beginning,but no real end. They come from within and go forth into the world.A never ending journey of creativity loved by some and hated by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few we cling to forever they travel around with us from place to place like an old rag doll from our childhood.They are scratched ,dented, worn and tattered.Many are early paintings ,raw in form lacking composition , But we drag them around as a constant reminder of how far we have come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others  we give away freely or barter with in times of need.Used as gifts or donations to support a cause.That's one of the best things about being an artist .You can always draw on your talent to brighten someone's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are pampered and shine in shows adorned with shiny ribbons &amp;amp; awards . Those that stand above receive privileged exhibits ,And the truly amazing ones hang in museums or a collectors home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A over whelming urge to paint can lead an artist that's low on supplies to take drastic measures and on occasion they get painted over and become something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often they are recycled dis guarded by those who hold no attachment to them.They are sold at yards sales , donated to thrift stores and sold in estate sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Very rarely do they ever make it to the rubbish, someone always says :don't throw that away , are you crazy, and off it goes to another world , another life , and a whole new chain of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Anna Jean Lang Holmes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10-4-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-4916463663114559324?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/4916463663114559324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=4916463663114559324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/4916463663114559324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/4916463663114559324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-of-painting.html' title='The Life Of A Painting'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/Ssj2fwLhkaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_oc9Z93c3O8/s72-c/449888.4478954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-7113670526289278644</id><published>2009-04-01T11:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:30:58.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth The Whole Truth &amp; Nothing But The Truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOGzBbpV7I/AAAAAAAAADo/QjhR5iwYdN0/s1600-h/art2bseenDigitalPhotos10026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOGzBbpV7I/AAAAAAAAADo/QjhR5iwYdN0/s320/art2bseenDigitalPhotos10026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319743795970529202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People often underestimate the power of truth.Twisting and turning it into a warped version of what they believe is reality.Truth and reality are not the same.Truth is an action of honest accounts of a thought, feeling or event.Reality is what the thought ,feeling or event, in fact are.(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AJLH&lt;/span&gt; 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the mind's eye rests on objects illuminated by truth and reality, it understands and comprehends them, and functions intelligently. But when it turns to the twilight world of change and decay, it can only form opinions, its vision is confused and its beliefs shifting, and it seems to lack intelligence. (Plato)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is easier in this world when one knows the truth.Life is complicated by untruths.Nothing is real when built on lies, therefore nothing good can come of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a lonely path for one to walk , a never ending journey of self destruction.,that kills ones soul .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;It is possible to murder with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denying realism amounts to megalomania ( Karl Popper, 1975)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meg·a·lo·ma·nia&lt;br /&gt;Function:noun&lt;br /&gt;Etymology:New Latin&lt;br /&gt;Date: 1887&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 : a mania for great or grandiose performance&lt;br /&gt;2 : a delusional mental disorder that is marked by feelings of personal omnipotence and grandeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True knowledge of physical reality provides us with an absolute foundation for working out the truth for ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathological Liar&lt;br /&gt;A pathological liar is usually defined as someone who lies incessantly to get their way and does so with little concern for others. Pathological lying is often viewed as coping mechanism developed in early childhood and it is often associated with some other type of mental health disorder. A pathological liar is often goal-oriented (i.e., lying is focused - it is done to get one's way). Pathological liars have little regard or respect for the rights and feelings of others. A pathological liar often comes across as being manipulative, cunning and self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compulsive Liar&lt;br /&gt;A compulsive liar is defined as someone who lies out of habit. Lying is their normal and reflexive way of responding to questions. Compulsive liars bend the truth about everything, large and small. For a compulsive liar, telling the truth is very awkward and uncomfortable while lying feels right. Compulsive lying is usually thought to develop in early childhood, due to being placed in an environment where lying was necessary. For the most part, compulsive liars are not overly manipulative and cunning (see, Pathological Liar), rather they simply lie out of habit - an automatic response which is hard to break and one that takes its toll on a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-7113670526289278644?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/7113670526289278644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=7113670526289278644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/7113670526289278644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/7113670526289278644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2009/04/truth-whole-truth-nothing-but-truth.html' title='&lt;b&gt;The Truth The Whole Truth &amp; Nothing But The Truth.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOGzBbpV7I/AAAAAAAAADo/QjhR5iwYdN0/s72-c/art2bseenDigitalPhotos10026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491071752157395628.post-7886878641048448699</id><published>2009-03-09T05:48:00.031-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:31:32.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Inspires My Creativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;By Anna Jean Lang Holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SbTyIZ7A9YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjBcmdwTwU0/s1600-h/paste480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311136086787945858" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 144px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SbTyIZ7A9YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjBcmdwTwU0/s200/paste480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet my Uncle "Rob”, He’s a vintage do it yourselfer, I feel in love with his woodworking back in the late 70's &amp;amp; early 80’s. While visiting with my Grandparents I often tagged along to craftsmen shows &amp;amp; festivals with my uncle Rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His inlay work was amazing , smooth rounded modern look with an earthy style to his designs. &lt;a href="http://craftsmanplans.com/"&gt;He is the author of several “Shop Drawings " books about furniture and interiors of the Arts &amp;amp; Crafts Movement of the early 1900s. &lt;/a&gt;My grandparents “Poppy Bill &amp;amp; Granny Jean " (his parents Bill &amp;amp; Jean Lang) weren’t the type to tell children "don't do that" you might get hurt , instead they encouraged everyone to try new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot of my skills hanging out in the basement workshop watching and trying out what the adults were making. It was wonderful because everyone enjoyed different hobbies so you became a well rounded apprentice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SbTyarpmg0I/AAAAAAAAABY/NcqYluOnndU/s1600-h/paste486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311136400784393026" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 152px; height: 173px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SbTyarpmg0I/AAAAAAAAABY/NcqYluOnndU/s200/paste486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He now works as the &lt;a href="http://www.popularwoodworking.com/ContactUs/"&gt;Senior Editor for Popular Woodworking &lt;/a&gt;and enjoys what he does for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle Rob" has inspired much of my woodworking,&lt;br /&gt;I remember when he saw my first completed relief carving titled: Clown Fish Follies. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/ScYsdw1MwPI/AAAAAAAAACY/q7DQcDFnInU/s1600-h/clownfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315985299993313522" style="width: 306px; height: 195px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/ScYsdw1MwPI/AAAAAAAAACY/q7DQcDFnInU/s200/clownfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first he was like " WOW that is really nice work Jeannine " , and of course the 2nd thing he said was" what tools did you use ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went and grabbed a box that contained the tools I used which included the oddest things (a steak knife, razor blades, kitchen forks , dollar store chisels , a ancient rotary tool , sand paper tapped to various odds and ends for detailed sanding , and a cheap wood burning tool )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the comment to him “Woodworking is very hard on the hands "It seems I had caused some minor nerve damage to my hands overworking them with such horrible tools. That following Christmas he surprised me with a box a of more sophisticated woodworking tools which allowed me to refine my skills and save my hands from further pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the happiest girl in the world ! I quickly started my next project Titled : Song Of The Sparrows , An Asian themed table top , the design was inspired by my " Poppy Bill " (Bill Lang) and his world travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/ScBAy9Pql9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8BAqGy9iqNQ/s1600-h/JUNE106+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314318804475090898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/ScBAy9Pql9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8BAqGy9iqNQ/s320/JUNE106+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would bring me back art related gifts from all around the world , as I grew older he began buying instructional books that reflected the culture of his travels. My favorites were the books from Asia on sumie ink painting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/ScYtWVchKEI/AAAAAAAAACg/mVESZZbyBn4/s1600-h/224.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315986271894579266" style="width: 264px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/ScYtWVchKEI/AAAAAAAAACg/mVESZZbyBn4/s320/224.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel extremely lucky to have wonderful people who not only support but encourage me to create whatever my mind can think of . &lt;a href="http://www.art2bseen.com/index.html"&gt;To view more about my art , click here .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491071752157395628-7886878641048448699?l=art2bseen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/feeds/7886878641048448699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491071752157395628&amp;postID=7886878641048448699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/7886878641048448699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491071752157395628/posts/default/7886878641048448699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art2bseen.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-inspires-my-creativity.html' title='&lt;b&gt;Family Inspires My Creativity&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>art2bseen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15901727053851582791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SdOB-5Gp4cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZSNu2bqTBW4/S220/ajlh2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5hq-ytaDqM/SbTyIZ7A9YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjBcmdwTwU0/s72-c/paste480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
