I was recently at a yard sale and came across a large collection of original artworks all created by the same man, Art Huffman. His widow had been storing them in the garden shed since her late husbands’ passing.

In talking to his widow, I learned that Mr. Huffman was not a trained artist and had only sold his artworks at a few local street fairs over the years. On the reverse of many of the canvases, he had provided a title and his own thoughts on the meanings behind his art.

I regret never having met Art, as I believe I would have enjoyed talking to him.


I don’t have an image to uphold. My sense of self worth vaporized into the universe. It had no defense against such conjured up fantasies.

Self Portrait of the artist and a dog

“U got Personality – B”

Bizarre though it may be, the ego uses opinions to suppress the real and to bloat itself.

This part of the mind that is fictitious is adopting pseudo personalities and feigning fiber. Oh, Robin Goodfellow!

“Suddenly, I had a taste for Chardonnay and nothing else seemed to matter”

The message is on the front and this applies to the paths that you take.

Straw Man We Need Pawns

A House Divided Cannot Stand