Category Archives: family

‘Thank God We Found This Place’…. by my daughter Mika

My daughter wrote a poem for a school project yesterday. She based it on a newspaper article about elderly couples who find themselves becoming separated by age and illness, and the inability to find nursing homes that will house them together, ending with inevitable heartbreak. The article outlines one organization which is trying to fill this societal gap, and one couple’s experience with their struggle. You can view the article here.

My girl is 14.




Mika Hamilton


 Opening your arms

in gesture of mending

hearts. Looking into your

eyes; burning timber


with which to light a

new fire.


Like root and stalk,

lust and strife, key

and lock. You carry

the spark to my flame,


you are the knees to my

legs and the spine to my

head. “My love, abide

with me, set our troubled

hearts at ease.”


Standing beneath the

stars; dancing in the blue

and violet threads of night,


foraging the still-life

swish of moon-white glow

cracked in the aftermath

of a stuttering smile. She

aptly replied with a breath

you can swank.


And so our love goes on,

hand over hand, night and day

songbirds phrase. Neumes

at roosted melody

incipits to a new song

soaked in reverie.


Seventy three years we’ve been

together now. Cell by cell

your frame is becoming a

shell, emotions trapped

in a barely-moving



This dire disease already

told me the droning truth

that intones a note of

doom; divorce.


Unwanted cadence swam

whispering through my veins

that the saddest fear of losing

you is creeping in.


The silence we speak is

louder than bombs. Feeling

holes in my stomach

caving in from a vexed



Cowering in my slumber,

there’s a prayer stuck in

my throat waiting in loves

rubble; don’t take her away

from me, don’t let this be

the end.


Thank god we found this place.

Where i can be under the same

roof as you. A home where care

meets the needs of this

love-eating disease.


Everything from world war to

a recent heart attack, and the

fire is still burning. Thank god

we found this place.


Just remember, when

you go what you leave

is a work of art, on

my chest, on my



Without you, there is no

more light. Fire;

withdrawn, vying grief

for flame.


So douse me in gasoline

and strike a match, roan

blood; red with dew


because how could

my life ever last so

rich with me and

dense with you.

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“Losing Shame”

“Tolerance, white.”

This is my theme for this entry in the We Imagine Peace (Global Art Collaboration Project). After spending some time thinking about this theme, I found tolerance a difficult subject in the goal of promoting world peace, because I see the word as meaning accepting something negative, or the practice of permitting a thing of which one disapproves, such as social, ethnic, sexual, or religious practices. I believe tolerance is a starting point which should eventually disappear in favour of acceptance. 

So I had to think of how to represent this, and decided to relate it to my personal experience.

The figure in the drawing is my great grandfather, representing (in this case) generations of poor ideologies and false conceptions, mainly as a result of the times, and how small the world was for the individual a century ago. My father frequently used racial slurs in his everyday language- I don’t believe this was motivated by hatred- I believe it was learned behavior, and that he did not conciously mean to cause any harm. He certainly did not intentionally promote any ill will toward people of other ethnic origins in our home. However, using language like this is harmful even in the smallest measure. I have explored the concept of ‘generational sin’ in some previous writings, equating this inherited behavior with the term family shame. I felt that this was a good topic to illustrate “losing the shame” of intolerance.

The writing in the background of this piece is an excerpt from an essay on the psychology of using racial slurs in language. The gist of it is that stereotypes are a result of a lack of knowledge, and misconceptions can lead one group to see themselves as superior to another. Using racial slurs in speech is referred to in this excerpt as “the language of oppression.”

Today, with so much information and knowledge at our fingertips, and within reach of our youth, misconceptions and stereotypes are beginning to fade. Even in today’s world of mistrust between nations, truths are easier to find, which leads to understanding and combats fear and hatred, creating more tolerance.


Find common ground.

I am happy to report that in my home racial slurs are NEVER used, and we promote acceptance and learning about that which is not understood. We are actively LOSING THE SHAME of our former generations.

Why the jellyfish? Some Google searching revealed that it is sometimes seen as a symbol of tolerance because of its minimal impact on the environment- they rely on the currents of the ocean and the winds to move it in the direction it needs to go, (in other words, they ‘go with the flow’) and they take only the food they need.

Thanks for taking a look! Let me know what you think….



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87 Mr O; searching for refuge

Mr O., prismacolor, 5 1/8" x 5 1/8"

This is a special portrait by special request; there is a remarkable story unfolding over at the blog Love Versus Goliath, and this image shows the main character of that story in front of the actual fence that he was detained behind in Australia while fighting for asylum.

This is a concept drawing for a potential book cover; head over to to find out more.

This is portrait number 87 of 100.

There will be a draw for the 100th portrait, which will be an acrylic painting, on Feb. 15th. Check the link: . Enter even if I’ve drawn you before!

To see other portraits done by me click here.

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“jessica’s christening”

"Jessica's Christening", pencil, 22" x 25 1/2"

This is a first share of an older drawing that I really love.  I thought it might be interesting for some of you to see a larger drawing for once, instead of the teeny ones I’ve been doing for this project.

The subjects are my sister-in-law and my niece, and I was lucky enough to share this special occasion with them and took the photo that I used for this drawing during a candid moment.

My niece is now a full grown woman and we all still share wonderful times together.




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70 mother and daughter

Sherri and Isabella Rose, pencil, 2 3/8" x 3 1/8"

I could not resist the opportunity to draw Isabella together with her mom.  I get such a positive family vibe from this picture that I asked Sherri’s permission to do it;  the expression on both of their faces says it all.

Isabella is a remarkable young lady.  Her talents and growing list of accomplishments are amazing to watch as she shares pieces of her life on her blog, Isabella Rose.  From poetry to amazing larger-than-life artwork to her own fashion creations, her work is waaay too crazy good for someone of such a young age. Check it out.

I don’t know much about Sherri, but I do know that raising such an amazing kid takes an amazing family, so hats off to you!

This is portrait 70 out of 100.

Go here to see my other portraits, or learn more about this project.

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56: homage to a beautiful girl

Here is a shout out to someone very deserving of multiple awards, not limited to but including: contribution to society, exemplary motherhood and, just generally, complete selflessness. Plus, one look at that smile and you just know she’s a sweetheart. It’s her genuine heart of gold that makes me fall in love with her again every day. This one’s for you, babe! Bravo!!

Nicole: tireless volunteer, unwavering mother, always up to the adventure, a joy to all who know her, and my champion, my wife. Pencil, 2 3/8" x 3 1/8"

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twenty five

Sara Teece In Love... pencil, 2 3/8" x 3 1/8"

Sara & her ‘Tubby Hubby’ (her affectionate naming of her handsome guy, otherwise unnamed,) are coming up to their first anniversary.  I came across her November 3rd post, which is a reflection of what she’s learned about being married over the course of the last year and was aptly moved enough to draw them together.  In Canada, this is what we refer to as a “twofer”, (also known in some circles as a 24 pack of beer.)

Congratulations, and cheers!

See Sara’s blog about her and her “random musings” at


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Jamie Homeister, pencil, 2 3/8" x 3 1/8"

I reeally enjoyed doing today’s portrait- maybe it’s the mother & child, maybe the washed out highlights, maybe the tattoo… could be the expression.   One of my favorites so far.

Jamie is author of an extraordinary blog, see it at and check out her amazing stories.


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a nod to my crew

No portrait today- just a thank you to my support group:

me and my crew


I love you guys!

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