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Paulettea

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  1. Paulettea

    Eat The pain 3rd

    From the album: Paulettea's Art Delights

    This is a part of series on emotional pain in people and the way we handle it.

    © P.S.Stewart

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    Paulettea's Art Delights

    A few of of paintings I hope you enjoy.
  3. From the album: Paulettea's Art Delights

    © P.S.Stewart

  4. From the album: Paulettea's Art Delights

    A conceptual piece of women producing life.

    © P.S.Stewart

  5. It's just another day they say, Commercial in every way, Cling! Clang! hear the ring of the till and the sleigh bells ring. It's just another day they say, Let's keep it simple.. no frills, no thrills. The sick, the scared, those in despair, Poor and them living in poverty some damaged in war, Is it just another day? Is this what they say? It's just another day they say, Let's keep it simple no frills, no thrills. Songs are sung at this wonderful day, Houses decorated; cards sent filled with greetings, Parties given in celebration. It's just another day they say, Let's keep it simple no frills, mo thrills.
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    Success ?

    Busy..busy... A world that is spinning, Busy...busy..... We're not grinning our heads are spinning. People are stressing..need rest... Reaching for the top in your job, Hard slog not a jog, we need to be filled with zest. Busy..busy... A world that is spinning, Busy...busy..... We're not grinning our heads are spinning. Relationships skimpy like a bikini top, Holding on tight. The time will come, I tell myself, I'll sit in the sun...drinking gin and rum, Play with my kids; romance my wife, Do things with my friends; enjoy life. Busy..busy... A world that is spinning, Busy...busy..... We're not grinning our heads are spinning. The reality is on my way to the top, My wife got a life, The kid's thought I was a boarder, My friends forgot who I was. Busy..busy... A world that is spinning, Busy...busy..... We're not grinning our heads are spinning. I found myself lost, My life was in fact a bread crust... stale.... crumbling. Busy..busy... A world that is spinning, Busy...busy..... We're not grinning our heads are spinning.
  7. From the album: Paulettea's Art Delights

    This painting was done for a young woman's 21st it is conceptual piece of the work of the cross and ressurection of God's son Jesus in a persons life. It was painted in oil and pastels.
  8. From the album: Paulettea's Art Delights

    Painted in oil and pastel two small abstracts.
  9. From the album: Paulettea's Art Delights

    This is one of my favourite pieces its a surrealistic piece capturing a child's mind of magic, imagination, creativity and dreaming. It has been painted in oils and pastels.

    © P.S.Stewart

  10. Source: I See The Stars
  11. From the album: Paulettea's Art Delights

    A painting of my dear friend Lyn.

    © P.S.Stewart

  12. From the album: Paulettea's Art Delights

    This is a painting of a a woman a student called Charlotte.

    © P.S.Stewart.

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    flower glory

    From the album: Paulettea's Art Delights

    © P.S.Stewart

  14. From the album: Paulettea's Art Delights

    Hi! This is a painting I did not before my dear father in law died he was 98 and a special person. It is mixed media with oil and pastel.
  15. I see stars, I walk in faith, I see the light, I see hope. I see stars, Glittering in eyes, So high, I want to fly. Let me fly, Let me reach the high heights, Let me be me, Let me dream and be all that I'm meant to be. I see stars, Glittering in eyes, So high, I want to fly. When my eyes are blind, When in doubt and despair holds tight, When darkness covers. I see stars, I walk in faith, I see the light, I have hope, I will make it , I'll be alright. I see stars, Glittering in eyes, So high, I want to fly. Let me fly, When darkness covers, Let me reach the high heights, Let me be me, Let me dream and be all that I'm meant to be. I see stars, Glittering in eyes, So high, I want to fly.
  16. Oh! my how big that twinkly, shiny, I Spy sky, I wondered, pondered, on the one, who put the stars in the sky and thanked Him for his Son, who He sent to die for you and I. That twinkly, shiny, I Spy sky, Shows the King to you and I. All the light of heaven displayed, In the coal,black night, Sending messages to us of His power, might. That twinkly, shiny, I Spy sky, Shows the king to You and I. When the twinkly, shiny I Spy sky fades and the dawn awakes, As the golden glaze spreads, I become aware of the warmth of His wondrous love from God above. That twinkly, shiny, I Spy sky, Shows the king to you and I.
  17. He's calling you by name, It's tender, soft, The beginning of the wooing, Hear the gentle dove cooing; then waiting patiently, silently, Look upon his face, Till in the wind you catch His voice, Speaking words of love. He's calling you by name, It's tender, soft, The beginning of the wooing, Hear the gentle dove cooing. He's ALL knowing, everything He knows about you, For He's calling you through the night, Calling in the daylight. Whispering your name and on His hand your name engraved, Your name Yes! Your name. He's calling you by name, It's tender, soft, The beginning of the wooing, Hear the gentle dove cooing. He's calling you by name, It's tender, soft, The beginning of the wooing, Hear the gentle dove cooing. If you hide or run away, busy yourself, wear a disguise, He'll run after you and speak your name once again, For He calls you by name, Your His love, a gentle dove. Listen! He's calling you by name. He's calling you by name, It's tender, soft, The beginning of the wooing, Hear the gentle dove cooing.
  18. A Brother Like No Other I have a brother, He plays keyboard in a band, Ronnie is his name, He's my brother, He’s like no other. I watch while his friends jeer, Call him crazy, I cringe inside, He's my brother. He wilts quicker than others, They say Ronnie's a sissy, Call him crazy, Call him a girl, They tell him how pretty he looks With his braided curls. I get mad, Yell, Lash out, I tell them He's my brother, He ain’t no sissy, He’s not a girl. He's Ronnie, He’s my...

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