Why I Create Art. Part 1. It’s about passion and expression. I don’t do this because I have to. I do it because it’s what I’ve always done. Artwork, an expression in some medium or another spills out of me relentlessly. It’s always been this way since I was a child. A gift or a curse…

I’m awake. Take a step. Ride my way, peddle past, Peddle free. Scratch a fret. Play with me. I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright. Whatda say, today? Pass the smoke, take a toke, watch the smoke. Can’t you see, it’s a thing, it’s a thing, it’s a thing. …

Openings, An ascent into descendant, Like a circle, we glide Leaning into the wind. Embrace the knowing, Awakening the love Deep within. I’m always here, Forgetful I might be To switch that light on, Light that flame, open that door. That of you/me, Which is always and never-ending; Never forgetting Becomes constant remembrance Setting us free. That flame Of greatness, light, love universal energy.

Noomy the Cat-a-pillar by Pamela Vitale (2015) [dedicated to the memory of Peter Everett and Noomy] Noomy likes to ride motorbikes with his best friend Peter. He rides in Peter’s backpack cause it's safe and warm or atop his helmet for the best views ever. …

by pamela.vitale