Dark Waltzing the Seasons Together ; oil painting and text by thomas j nixon

We reside  on the precipice of constant awareness  of  limited time together . Nevertheless  the houses of our spirits trudge  ahead on corse to their own demise . One , two , three  , one , two , three ,  dark waltzing the seasons together . Our stardust never deceases and will constantly catapult amongst light beams and other energies dark waltzing seasons forever . 

Caregivers Prayer text and 20 x 30 oil painting on wood , by thomas j nixon

Caregivers Prayer ; i will help you wash your hands with warm water and soap . Your daily troubles collect on soapy iridescent  bubbles and flow down the wash basin drain . All will be well , all will be right , one more day and perhaps a night . 

Aztec Ruins 30 x 30 oil painting bt thomas j nixon

Traveled on auto train  with Americas country side blurredly passing by  . Then on  blue oceans waters which  constantly  slapped our   ships side . The ships  engine labor and humming were  a constant accompaniment to our hearts beating . Anticipation of islands respite in quite waters .  On this  islands calm shores we wandered through ancient Aztec ruins  with our heads in the clouds and our feet barley touching ground

                                                Symphony of The Last Rose of Summer          : oil painting and text by ; thomas j nixon                                                                                                                                                         The  last roses of summer are blooming is good company . A rose garden symphony is playing out it's final movement . All crescendo have risen on cue to an orchestra conductor's magical wand . A sweet wild rosy perfume  floats away on musical notes to outer space oblivion . Memories of a well lived and full of love life float away like the final breaths of life's sweet  aroma .                                                     She too is going away to join so many who have traversed before her . Already she contemplates where  they went . Their crossing the threshold always brought a tear to her eye  as she respectfully waved a hand good by .So  fondly in her heart their memories always remained . As the  last roses  of summer pail and die her minds eye visits another side of life . It is while on that side she communes with the past . Visions as thin as dried rose petals expose  dead relatives and she talks to these shadow less ghosts . In the dwindling roses of summer  autumn like her awaits gracefully . Respectfully ghosts from her past wave now  to her and softly as rose petals call out her name .  Soon Jack Frost's cold and flaming kiss will usher in autumn  and the last roses of summer symphony will conclude as the orchestra plays ti- dumb ,dumb , dumb .