Rude Cow
@felizpiez.bsky.social
Rude Cow said I had become to Moodlin (that is Scottish Cow for Maudlin) so he took over my page.
Nya, I went to one of your sites, copied this poem and posted it. These words are magical.
Nya 🧿 🇨🇦
@artbyseranya.bsky.social
· 28d
Trying to mind my own game
~ Paralyzed ~
Endless
Thinking
Bend-less
Hoping
Friendless
Clinging…
I conclude the damage in blame.
©️ #Seranya #CubistPoet 🦄
Nya 🧿 🇨🇦
@artbyseranya.bsky.social
· 28d
Trying to mind my own game
~ Paralyzed ~
Endless
Thinking
Bend-less
Hoping
Friendless
Clinging…
I conclude the damage in blame.
©️ #Seranya #CubistPoet 🦄
November 17, 2025 at 2:20 PM
Nya, I went to one of your sites, copied this poem and posted it. These words are magical.
Nya 🧿 🇨🇦
@artbyseranya.bsky.social
· 28d
Trying to mind my own game
~ Paralyzed ~
Endless
Thinking
Bend-less
Hoping
Friendless
Clinging…
I conclude the damage in blame.
©️ #Seranya #CubistPoet 🦄
Nya 🧿 🇨🇦
@artbyseranya.bsky.social
· 28d
Trying to mind my own game
~ Paralyzed ~
Endless
Thinking
Bend-less
Hoping
Friendless
Clinging…
I conclude the damage in blame.
©️ #Seranya #CubistPoet 🦄
This is a magical thought, Nya.
Nya 🧿 🇨🇦
@artbyseranya.bsky.social
· 28d
Trying to mind my own game
~ Paralyzed ~
Endless
Thinking
Bend-less
Hoping
Friendless
Clinging…
I conclude the damage in blame.
©️ #Seranya #CubistPoet 🦄
This is a magical thought, Nya.
Nya 🧿 🇨🇦
@artbyseranya.bsky.social
· 28d
Trying to mind my own game
~ Paralyzed ~
Endless
Thinking
Bend-less
Hoping
Friendless
Clinging…
I conclude the damage in blame.
©️ #Seranya #CubistPoet 🦄
November 17, 2025 at 2:01 PM
This is a magical thought, Nya.
Nya 🧿 🇨🇦
@artbyseranya.bsky.social
· 28d
Trying to mind my own game
~ Paralyzed ~
Endless
Thinking
Bend-less
Hoping
Friendless
Clinging…
I conclude the damage in blame.
©️ #Seranya #CubistPoet 🦄
This is a magical thought, Nya.
Nya 🧿 🇨🇦
@artbyseranya.bsky.social
· 28d
Trying to mind my own game
~ Paralyzed ~
Endless
Thinking
Bend-less
Hoping
Friendless
Clinging…
I conclude the damage in blame.
©️ #Seranya #CubistPoet 🦄
RUDE SELF PORTRAITS (Oil on Barn Tin (what else?)) - To the art critics --Oh yeh? You try painting with hooves.
MOO-ATCHA
MOO-ATCHA
November 17, 2025 at 1:51 PM
RUDE SELF PORTRAITS (Oil on Barn Tin (what else?)) - To the art critics --Oh yeh? You try painting with hooves.
MOO-ATCHA
MOO-ATCHA
"YOU CAN HAVE MY BOOK WHEN YOU PRY IT FROM MY COLD, DEAD HOOVES!" Rude Cow
It's been proven that all of this scrolling is causing us to lose our ability to focus on anything long enough to determine truth from fiction. Read a book, your brain will thank you.
It's been proven that all of this scrolling is causing us to lose our ability to focus on anything long enough to determine truth from fiction. Read a book, your brain will thank you.
November 17, 2025 at 1:47 PM
"YOU CAN HAVE MY BOOK WHEN YOU PRY IT FROM MY COLD, DEAD HOOVES!" Rude Cow
It's been proven that all of this scrolling is causing us to lose our ability to focus on anything long enough to determine truth from fiction. Read a book, your brain will thank you.
It's been proven that all of this scrolling is causing us to lose our ability to focus on anything long enough to determine truth from fiction. Read a book, your brain will thank you.
Recent discarded wood stump folk art piece "Elvis at the Crossroads."
October 15, 2025 at 11:16 PM
Recent discarded wood stump folk art piece "Elvis at the Crossroads."
To the right is my latest wood stump structure "Dog with Stick". My model "Edward." Works for peanut(s) butter. Ain't he handsome.?
October 15, 2025 at 11:08 PM
To the right is my latest wood stump structure "Dog with Stick". My model "Edward." Works for peanut(s) butter. Ain't he handsome.?
Mill Hill Art Village/ Resident Artist - Clearing House -- Not Dead Yet😎 Estate Sale - "Lighthouse" 22" x 30 x 1" oil on wood panel. $350.00
September 19, 2025 at 9:52 AM
Mill Hill Art Village/ Resident Artist - Clearing House -- Not Dead Yet😎 Estate Sale - "Lighthouse" 22" x 30 x 1" oil on wood panel. $350.00
The sadness I felt when I discovered these dolls was intense --what poor child had to give up her dolls?
If this post connects with you on some level, even if it's fear. I have been successful. This art was created from dolls found in mud near an abandoned home. I adopted them.
If this post connects with you on some level, even if it's fear. I have been successful. This art was created from dolls found in mud near an abandoned home. I adopted them.
September 15, 2025 at 12:19 PM
The sadness I felt when I discovered these dolls was intense --what poor child had to give up her dolls?
If this post connects with you on some level, even if it's fear. I have been successful. This art was created from dolls found in mud near an abandoned home. I adopted them.
If this post connects with you on some level, even if it's fear. I have been successful. This art was created from dolls found in mud near an abandoned home. I adopted them.
"Dog with Stick" Finished piece - 2' tall, three coats of poly. Created from discarded tree root from adjacent park. Model - Sir Edward the Aberrant.
September 1, 2025 at 6:49 PM
"Dog with Stick" Finished piece - 2' tall, three coats of poly. Created from discarded tree root from adjacent park. Model - Sir Edward the Aberrant.
I carved this statue from a block of alabaster I pulled from a road cut on the back roads of Arizona. It sits on a table by my bedside to remind me each night, when I close my eyes to "Let go of the stone."
August 30, 2025 at 7:48 AM
I carved this statue from a block of alabaster I pulled from a road cut on the back roads of Arizona. It sits on a table by my bedside to remind me each night, when I close my eyes to "Let go of the stone."
@nayabe.bsky.social #togetherness "Lovers see the Moon in the middle of the day."
August 10, 2025 at 11:36 AM
@nayabe.bsky.social #togetherness "Lovers see the Moon in the middle of the day."
Today's Poetry Reading: the last phrase of Percy Bysse Shelly
"The Masque of Anarchy" Aug 18,1819 during the Peterloo Massacre.
‘Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you – Ye are many – they are few.’
"The Masque of Anarchy" Aug 18,1819 during the Peterloo Massacre.
‘Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you – Ye are many – they are few.’
August 9, 2025 at 9:12 PM
Today's Poetry Reading: the last phrase of Percy Bysse Shelly
"The Masque of Anarchy" Aug 18,1819 during the Peterloo Massacre.
‘Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you – Ye are many – they are few.’
"The Masque of Anarchy" Aug 18,1819 during the Peterloo Massacre.
‘Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you – Ye are many – they are few.’
Old abandoned house in Hurricane, Utah. 2'x3' oil on old barn tin. Gifted to a friend in Utah right before I sold everything, bought a big bike and did a solo, all backroad trek from Utah to Virginia. (age 60).
August 6, 2025 at 11:49 AM
Old abandoned house in Hurricane, Utah. 2'x3' oil on old barn tin. Gifted to a friend in Utah right before I sold everything, bought a big bike and did a solo, all backroad trek from Utah to Virginia. (age 60).
"All the gods, all the heavens, all the hells are within you."
Joseph Campbell.
Joseph Campbell.
August 5, 2025 at 10:19 AM
"All the gods, all the heavens, all the hells are within you."
Joseph Campbell.
Joseph Campbell.
I am the dormant volcano.
Beneath my social layers churn
a cathexis of smoldering desire
—moving from brain to body to soul.
I am a being consumed, burning,
set for a heap of ashes.
Yet there is more…
(audio/visual below)
Beneath my social layers churn
a cathexis of smoldering desire
—moving from brain to body to soul.
I am a being consumed, burning,
set for a heap of ashes.
Yet there is more…
(audio/visual below)
August 4, 2025 at 11:48 PM
I am the dormant volcano.
Beneath my social layers churn
a cathexis of smoldering desire
—moving from brain to body to soul.
I am a being consumed, burning,
set for a heap of ashes.
Yet there is more…
(audio/visual below)
Beneath my social layers churn
a cathexis of smoldering desire
—moving from brain to body to soul.
I am a being consumed, burning,
set for a heap of ashes.
Yet there is more…
(audio/visual below)
I wasted another yesterday.
August 4, 2025 at 11:20 AM
I wasted another yesterday.
August 3, 2025 at 2:22 PM
@nayabe.bsky.social I really like your new profile picture. Very Retro. 😎
July 31, 2025 at 8:41 PM
@nayabe.bsky.social I really like your new profile picture. Very Retro. 😎
Some earlier work Circa 2012 - Living in Virginia at the time.
July 26, 2025 at 9:20 PM
Some earlier work Circa 2012 - Living in Virginia at the time.
@mariajonesphillipsart.com - Visited your website. Great work. Your range is amazing. 😎
July 9, 2025 at 9:44 PM
@mariajonesphillipsart.com - Visited your website. Great work. Your range is amazing. 😎
Elvis at the Crossroads -- from a tree stump--now my front porch greeter.😎
July 9, 2025 at 9:26 PM
Elvis at the Crossroads -- from a tree stump--now my front porch greeter.😎
Stop lying to yourself.
July 2, 2025 at 8:25 AM
Stop lying to yourself.
Quick study yestersay am. Loose abstract/impression "Sunrise over pond." Small 5"x5" oil on grainy panel. Resident Artist Mill Hill Art Village — folkartbyroy.wixsite.com/folkartbyroy
June 30, 2025 at 12:17 PM
Quick study yestersay am. Loose abstract/impression "Sunrise over pond." Small 5"x5" oil on grainy panel. Resident Artist Mill Hill Art Village — folkartbyroy.wixsite.com/folkartbyroy