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iPainting: Jaffa

 This Sunday Afternoon Art Post, we focus on the Israeli port of “Jaffa”. 

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The Sea Horse: Going National

  The two villains spoke through video conference. Just hours before they were trying to kill each other. Now, they were each other’s only hope of maintaining control of their criminal empires. Each had lost face, it would be only a matter of time before challengers knocked at their doors.

“Titanic is one of those rare entities you don’t control. He is a partner, and must be treated as such. Ignore that, and he will lose interest in your affairs. He is an eccentric genius, a scientist with the body of a steel tank that happens to be twelve feet tall. He will simply shut down and return to things that interest him. I know this, and I take steps to prevent it.”

 “You’re telling me this why?” “Because now Society, he is our only possible option. The Sea Horse has embarrassed both of us. He freed the Mayor, stopped you from killing me, and defeated Carbuncle. The only relevant factor that forces our subordinates to continue to listen to us, is Titanic.”

 “You have forced yourself to become my ally, if you want to remain viable in the city. To remain viable, we must release the Titanic on all of Oceania.” High Society didn’t like giving up his only ace. He had the plans for the Infantino Machine, but Titanic was the key. Titanic would not change loyalties, so the two ‘societies’ had to come together.  

 “All right, but who is he? Is he really related to Franklin and Edison? How does he do what he does?” “Who knows? Who cares? The Titanic never goes by anything else. His hair color and features alter almost independently, one moment he’s bald, the next minute he has red hair and a gray goatee. Here is what I know about him.”

He is a walking energy plant, producing electricity at a a massive rate. Able to channel it through vibration and affect the weather in a few hundred mile radius. His body generates heat, his bodysuit channels that through a atmospheric based process akin to hydraulics, and he generates bursts of destruction.”

 “So a combination of him and the Infantino Machine will secure Oceania?” “Oh no, this is larger than Oceania. This will place the East Coast at our feet. We are no longer campaigning for the Mayor’s attention. The entire country will take notice of us now!”

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#CollageFriday: Smorgasbord 2

We hope you enjoy this week’s #CollageFriday, “Smorgasbord 2″.

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Let’s Play A Game

Let’s play a game…

Today, whether through a text, a phone call, a post, add value to someone.

Now do this again tomorrow, only double it.

By Friday, double it again.  

What do you get from it? In just three days, you’ve helped seven people feel better about themselves. I know many of you are already doing this, so why do I mention it?  To encourage you.  Even though we don’t do this for recognition, or racking up points, someone is keeping score.

An on those days when we are tired, we are lonely, we are scared, He sees to it that someone adds value to us.  Who can you help today?  What can make someone smile?  While the goal isn’t to be the greatest, today we can be the power up to take someone we love to the next level.

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iPainting: Autumn In Wales

  We hope you enjoy this limited edition print, “Autumn In Wales” available through email @ pruittwrites@gmail.com.

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Composer And Accompanist

  There are times, when all you need is to play the melody. Musicians call it an instrumental, there are no words, spoken or written for this interlude. All you can do is play the music, often, it’s because you don’t know what to say. At other times, you’re too busy choking back tears to make your voice work.

Either way, that’s okay, just play the music. You’ve got the notes, you’ve got the talent, and you’ve got the instrument, just play. Sometimes, all we are meant to do is to accompany the singer. The spotlight shines, and someone walks out of the wings, a microphone in their hands.

They smile, start to count, then before you know it, you’re playing, and they’re singing. Now the words and the melody are in sync, and the song is over. The music soothes, and maybe you even join in at the chorus.

You may have figured out by now, I’m not talking about music. Maybe you’re going through something today that you don’t know how to handle. You don’t know how to react, but that’s okay. Just keep doing what you know to do.

Go through your day, get up, get ready, go to work, play the melody. In other words, go through the motions of your day. For a day, just 24 hours, stop trying to figure it out. Pray about it, thank God for an answer, and go into your day.  

Ask Him to supply the words, and to write the ending that you can’t begin too comprehend. The music is easier than the words because it comes natural to you. It’s an extension of your soul. We are good at routine, God is great at the extraordinary.

Today, do what you can do, and just play the music. Don’t worry about the timing, God knows where the intro should be. He also knows how to lift your melody from chop sticks to a symphony, by adding other musicians.

Don’t worry today, for the next few hours, just play your song. Trust the Writer, the brass section will start when they’re supposed to. Before you know it, you’ll hear the violins and the cello’s join in, and your simple tune, is now part of The Master’s composition, just as it was always intended to be.  He’s The Conductor, we are just the accompanist.

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iPainting: Jerusalem Courtyard

 An artistic rendition of an “Old Jerusalem Courtyard” is this Sunday’s Afternoon Art Post. We hope you enjoy. 

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The Sea Horse: Thief Vs Thief

  High Society had threatened every player in Oceania.  Mimic had kidnapped the Mayor, and put a price on The Sea Horse’s head.  Now, before Sea Horse could get back to the city, the two were leveling buildings around them.

“I lead this city Mimic, give me the Mayor.”  High Society demanded as he shot lasers directly at Mimic’s torso.  Mimic blocked them with a force field his suit generated, then countered by returning energy blasts of his own. “My army says otherwise.  You are a small player on a much larger stage. I suggest you withdraw!”

“I’m not afraid of your society Mimic.  I’ve known of its existence for years, and kept at bay from it.  Now, I make the threats.  I control this city.  You are mine!”  

High Society knew he was playing a dangerous game.  His goal was to make the other factions think he had become unhinged, capable of doing anything.  While, all the time, playing behind the scenes.  He had been strategically bribing Mimic’s lower lieutenants for weeks now.  

The problem was, everyone he paid off, eventually disappeared.  Mimic didn’t tolerate disloyalty, so Society had to take another tactic.  If he couldn’t take Mimic down through graft, he would embarrass him in battle.

Once the society saw their Baronet defeated, High Society could exert his influence.  His brother had been a member of the Society, so he knew it’s workings.  Unfortunately, Mimic was proving stronger than High Society had expected.

“If you can’t win the battle, destroy the trophy!”  High Society said as he blasted the pillar holding the Mayor.  Just in the nick of time, Swordfish rescued the politician.  “Not today gents, Oceania can’t handle another set of speeches while someone tries to fill the Mayor’s post.”

Angry, both villains turned their blast on Swordfish.  It was at that moment, the Sea Horse arrived. “I don’t like uneven games.  How about we change things up a little.”  He said, as he picked Mimic up off the ground.

Swordfish speared High Society’s tank, destabilizing his flight pattern.  Mimic and Sea Horse were locked in battle.  Each returning and repelling the other’s blows.  Always an opportunist, Carbuncle had decided to seize the day himself.  

His solution was to fire a missile, aimed directly for Langly Tower, Mimic’s skyrise headquarters.  Spectrum and Loggerhead intercepted it in midflight.  They were able to change its direction, sending it to the ocean instead.

Am earthquake finally stopped the battle, the villains retreating as the heroes rescued innocent citizens.  High Society hadn’t got what he was after, but he secured his runner up prize.  Mimic returned to his real base, thankful for his ally’s intervention.

“Thank you Titanic for the distraction.  You were right, High Society is more dangerous than I had anticipated.  He managed to secure  the Infantino Plan on his exit.  We can’t have that.”  The monument sized Titanic responded.  “He won’t be able to activate it,  only I have the mechanism that powers it.”

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#CollageFriday: Subjects

  

 This #CollageFriday we take a look at art’s different “Subjects”.

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iPainting: A Study Of Wales

  We hope you enjoy our newest digital print, “A Study Of Wales”, available in multiple sizes.

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