Richard Piland, Painter.
Today I have done more artwork. Each piece is for sale currently but I’ll get to that bit later.
First, I would like to say that I just love burning under a almost one-hundred degree sun while crafting beautiful (at least I think it’s beautiful) works of art. Now that I’m cooling down, I get to think about how in then last two weeks I’ve done more painting than I have done most of my life. Each piece is unique in their own way, and I hope others love them just as much as I do.
As such, the rest of this post will be rather image heavy, so bear with me. Here are the current paintings for sale. All can also be viewed by visiting my art Facebook page, Want To Make A Cannonball?
Disclaimer: Prices are for “as-is” product. Any shipping or other requests are extra.
Shattered Sky, 12″x16″ $20
Shattered Star, 12″x12″ $15
Falling, 16″x20″ $30
Dark World, 16″x20″ $30
Redemption, 12″x16″ $25
Split Shock, 2 12″x16″. $30 each or $40 both
“Untitled” 12″x16″ $20
Writing stories has been a tough thing for me to do as of late. I know I’ve been rather quiet over the last few months, but I’m working my way back into the writing scene.
But I haven’t worked on my novel. None, at all. Mostly, I have been stuck. The story is there, but to make progress I’m having trouble with the chapter I’m on. So what I’m hoping is that writing other stories will help me get my groove back in that book.
Today’s work in progress is interesting. It’s a mix of escapism and suspense. So far, I’m liking the direction and can’t wait to see how it all unfolds. But I have been thinking that it might be a story that I’ll edit through and submit to magazines instead of posting on my blog. I wanted to be a published writer before the end of last year, and I completely blew it. So my goal is to publish this year and start working towards regular posting habits.
Anyways, I’ll post a little snippet from this story below. It’s far from finished but I’d like to see what people think of it so far.
Deep darkness, deeper water surrounds a single diver. His fins flip back and forth, keeping him steady in one spot as he orientates himself. Little luminance guides him, a single beam that cuts through only five feet of the murky deep. Below him, another ten yards, lain the wreckage of a once grand ship.
Bubbles spewed upwards from his mouthpiece, his golden green eyes fixated on the beautiful carnage. From aft to stern, the full metal boat to fantasy had. grown over in seaweed and long stems. The port side was most visible to him, large wings having crumbled to the sea floor in strange, clunky patterns. He forced himself downwards and forwards, finally feeling ready to view what majesty had been lost to a time lost long ago.
There was a bulkhead opening about midship, but the moss and weeds had nearly engulfed it. He reached behind, plucking a long thin blade from its holster on his belt, and began sawing through. Each cut, each pull, brought the portal to the ship’s compartments ever closer to his reach. With one last slice, he opened is path inside, barely squeezing through the tangled mess of greenery.
Today, I faded.
Fell, more like, as if my body no longer kept my soul. It fell to the ground, a sharp crack as the neck snapped from the sudden impact. I wanted to stand there. I wanted to believe that it couldn’t have happened the way it did.
But it did.
And here I slip, as the world goes grey around me. Thoughts became fleeting things, no longer bound by will or the need to conserve precious resources. Memories abound of my life, of things I had forgotten or things that had never seemed quite right. And then, nothing spun. Nothing moved, not even my thoughts. I stood stock still in black twilight, void of feeling, of remorse or love. Everything was gone. And I hoped that, soon, I would be gone too.
I heard a whimper, a whispered moan of sorrow. It enveloped me, pulling my limited existence in all directions until I stood behind the source. What had only been moments had been days, at the least, as I saw my mother crying before a casket in a dark room. I could hear her voice call my name, giving me my memories of her back as if they had never left. I felt sorry. I wished to have been able to console her, to hold her in my arms and tell her that it would be okay.
But soon the sobbing stopped, and I lost track of everything around me.
That was the day I faded, pulled beneath death’s wing, to never know what else I could have been.
Its almost midnight. I’ve been in Florida since Friday, and here it is almost Tuesday. I have had some fun throughout the weekend but this was a company conference so there was plenty of meetings to be a part of.
Of all the things going through my mind, one thought stands above all; I’m ready to go home. And by that i mean all aspects of home. Work, and seeing how things have gone in my absence. Home, to see my boys and my loving wife whom all I have missed these last few days. But also to take what I have seen and learned and to apply it.
All that said, I hope that my flight home is uneventful and easy. I also hope that once I am home, I can get back into my writings and go from there. I hope everyone is having a fantastic week!
I’m up early on a beautiful Saturday morning in the state of Florida. I’m at a resort called Gaylord Palms, which is lovely. I might be staying with some stranger in the double room here but I didn’t figure I would have slept so well.
Yesterday was interesting. If you have read my previous post, you would know that yesterday I flew for the first time. Went from Abilene Regional Airport to the DFW, connected flight to florida. The flights both went very well, though I thought my ears were going to burst on the descent into florida.
Now I’m going to go and get started on all the wonderful events I’m here for. Catch you all on Tuesday once I’ve returned!
Today is the first time I will have ever flown. I’m apprehensive, but also excited at the same time.
The mixed feelings stem from a long wish to fly the world and a real worry caused by years of news of missing or crashing flights. I cant remember if it was the first Final Destination or one of the subsequent ones, but in it the very first scene involved a plane crash of some type. So I image that a lot of people are equally as mixed about flying as I am.
I’m just hoping that both flights today and my one for next week are all equally uneventful and fun.
Wish me luck!
“I can’t believe I died last night. Oh God I’m dead again” Type O Negative.
My writer died. Well, kind of. The muse croaked for a few months, was replaced just yesterday. Today, the old muse is alive but she hasn’t started kicking much, yet, and the new one just said “Oh hell no!”
But it has been far too long since I’ve been able to post on here. So maybe some updates are in order.
I’m no longer keeping anything up on Wattpad. That’s right, Wattpad is dead to me. It focuses far too much on those who already get reads and never enough for those starting out. Basically, testing the waters failed miserably.
My novel project, “Waking Dream” is on hiatus. At least I can restructure my writing habits and the story itself where I’m stuck at, anyways. I’m currently working on a short story for publication in the future, as well as trying to get back into my old posting habits. We shall see on that one, right?
Anyways, when life gives you lemons and you can’t make lemonade, at least tell life to piss off so you can do the fun stuff!