Holidays are Everyday

I worship today at the alter of man . I kneel down on my knees , pray you look down on me as I from time to time look up at you  .  In my nakedness I hide in your shadow . All the while looking up at you while continuing to worship more your god like scepter . The bells that ring freely  I clasp into my hand . For somebody must always polish the big brass knob . There can be music made even  if only every once in awhile . Tomorrow I will remember my worship . Nay the lasting scent of musk will remain until earths waters flood my body .  In my head there after to always remain the memory steadfast . I worshiped at the alter of man . I prostrate and amen .

A work in art progress ; drawing by Thomas J Nixon , completed

An homage to Sandro Botticelli the Florentine painter c. 1445-1510

The Italian silk in red with hand sewn flowers is almost ready to cloth and cover that which can never really be covered . This moment of creation , this moment of time will only stop when the earth stops  . For this is a statement of what was , what is . I count my blessings . Today in the bright blazing light of yellow sunshine I  testify my love for and of you . Bouquets of living flowers whose perfume sweetens the air we breath is ours to enjoy today . We are  !  We live together helping one each other . 

Drawing work in progress by Thomas J Nixon

Drawing work in progress by Thomas J Nixon

The central figure  ; The desire for keeping the most important detail till last has been superseded by my baser nature being a son of a gun . Desire fades deep into the texture of old wool carpet while autumn crickets chirp on  sidelines of purple blue shadows . In the blaze of late angled  sunshine our world depends on earth .