Monday, December 7, 2015

REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS. Part 1

To all my Blog Followers today I begin my annual Christmas Story Remembrance of Christmas.  Thanks for the year 2015 and enjoy the ride. please also view my art on Saatchiart.com and my kids book Once upon an Easter on Lulu.com

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CHAPTER 1
REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS


I remember Christmas, when as a little boy I sat under the Christmas tree and gazed at all the toys that Santa had brought for my brother and I.  Me saying aloud “Santa must be a very good man”.
Those words brought tears of joy to my Grandfather.  At that age I had no Idea that he was one of Santa’s great helpers, who brought all those wonderful gifts that, adorned the bottom of our Christmas tree. 
The essence of Christmas, giving gifts of love.
I remember Christmas.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

SOLIDARITY

SOLIDARITY
Je suis Batteur,
Ten months ago I completed this painting. Je Suis Batteur in solidarity and Support of Charlie Hebdo.  Friday 13th 2015 a larger scale aggression took place in France again. I stand in solidarity with citizens of France, citizens worldwide to stop massive violent attacks. Let the drum beat  of our our daily lives touch another and create a chain of peace, inclusiveness and respect for alternate  views. 

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Monday, October 12, 2015

Fort Frances

 Visit Fort Frances Ontario and meet some of nicest people in the world. Here men are renowned for their fish and chip and whisky connoisseurs.  All the women are lovely and bake and make the best cookies and jams. The lakes are lovely and the residence fish all year round. They will tempt you to go ice fishing, and participate their polar plunge.  While there take time to shop their exotic arts and craft stores. Stop by Betty’s and ask for a tour and gawk at the unique items they have. Then to Sunny Cove for kayaking, camping, Hiking and Bonfires at night. We love you Fort Frances.
Attached link to my art on Saatchieart.com, while there type in Abbensetts in their search option. Also attached painting Fighting Horses, links to my kids book, once upon an Easter.
Link to CRI, Cancer Research Institute. A fund raiser.

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Monday, April 6, 2015

ONCE UPON AN EASTER { FINALITY}

ONCE UPON AN EASTER { FINALITY}

Then with a running starts we raised Baby Gal, straight up
with she pulling loop Kite Man made on she {Baby Gal}.
Then it was only two kite in the air we battle a bad man kit
name Pit Street Bull. Twice our tail with razor blades cross
over his rope but he still was flying and dipping and crossing
and coming for our kite. Pit Street Bull tail cross our rope
three times. It looked like he was winning the battle. ‘So we
pretend we hurt and start to fall flapping in the wind like a
bird whose wing is broken’. Pitt Street sees that and he
coming for the kill. The Kite Man Say (Pull! Pull! Pull! I
pulling and I balling the rope furiously, the rope burning me
hands I already have blisters we kite rise and just as
Pit was coming for the kill we tail cut his rope. We win the
battle.
At the same moment a big thunder and lightning flashed
through the sky Kit Man shouted Lego! Lego! Lego the
rope! Away flew {Baby Gal}, into the thunder and lightning
razor blades sparking, Baby Gal on fire.
Once upon an Easter
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Sunday, April 5, 2015

{Once upon an Easter} Abridged combined version.

Colonies of Sand Flies and Mosquitoes descended on us the, vicious attack of insect on man ever.
The two English soldiers produced the most complete defense in the form of a bottle of Citronella oil.

 “I am the Kite Man.”. His fingers were long, and his hand was steady as he chopped and plane down the boards to be used for our kite.


We had to hitch a ride on a donkey cart and bumped our way to the Back Dam.




Thousands of kites already in the air, kites of every sort, shapes and size. A jukebox was playing loud calypso. Steel band was warming up. “Raise the kite”!

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Chapter 5:Test Flight

We explained to the Gardner our dilemma. He convinced us
that our fears were unfounded and we could build our own
wood kite. Up to that time my brother and I could only build
pointer broom kits. Which were not very efficient kits. They
were prone to breaking easily and had bad flying records.
The Gardner then proceeded to lead us through the steps of
making our own wood kite with old pieces of board hanging
around our yard. With the assistance of my aunt Yvonne
who provide us with some of her Grease Proof paper and
some color Barbados Paper we built two singing engine kits
with big bulls so that they could hum in the air. The kits
being completed mine was put to the test flight. It flew so
high it homed so loud it could be heard for miles my heart
could not stop pounding with happiness. Then as if out of
nowhere a strong gosh of wind blew and pop went the twine
(Crochet #0) and away flew my kite. There was no time to
waste straight away we plunged in to action running in the
direction of the falling kite. As fast as the kite fell it
disappeared more speedily. We now had to go from yard to
yard over fences fearing dogs and angry shouts. Finally we
got to the yard of an old lady and decided to ask her if she
had seen a kite fall. “Yes” she said, and then asks us to
describe the kite. I slept well that night with my kite by my
bedside.
Once upon an Easter

Friday, April 3, 2015

Chapter4: The Gardner

The time was the early sixties there was political unrest in
Guyana schools were on vacation and my aunt was out on
strike so was my uncle. There was rioting in the capital
Georgetown, and political factions marooning the streets. It
was getting close to Easter my brother Clarence and I were
facing the daunting prospects of going without a kite. In
Guyana it is traditional to fly kits on Easter Monday
symbolizing the resurrection of Christ from the grave. We
were moping around the house feeling sorry for ourselves
and being lazy.
Because Guyana experiences bursts of heavy rain at any
time and extreme heat and sunshine the grass grow at an
aggressive pace. It therefore happens on one of those hot
spells that a Gardner came by and offered to cut the grass on
our aunt’s lawn for a small fee. My aunt Yvonne quickly
agreed. We as boys stood and watched in amazement as he
used his scythe to swipe through the tall grass. Because of
the extreme heat and humidity he had to take a break which
he did. We sat around him in my aunt back yard and
chatted with him and watched in amazement as he
sharpened his scythe.
Once Upon an Easter.