Steven Sweeney - Former Critiques Moderator

[Jean Kelly]

I hope you will post some of your work here, I want to see what your are really capable of. I've been the grateful recipient of many of your detailed critiques and consider you one of my favorite teachers, you've been one of my "angels" on my shoulder.

Jean

[Ngaire Winwood]

Dear Steven, I have relied on your very descriptive skills in the critiquing of others work for quite some time. It has helped me see the light even clearer because you spend the time in writing so well, and always accompanied with your wit. I hope you will still get some time to share your unique wit and charm and of course artistic know how to this forum from time to time.

Like others have said before me, I too know you are one of the special people on this forum that has given so much of your self into helping others. Thank you for logging on and sharing your valuable advice to me and the other apprentices here on this forum. Your kindness and generosity is overwhelming.

[Julie Deane]

Steven -

One more thanks for all the time you have generously given to others. Your critiques are treasures, and thanks to this forum, can be perused by others in the future to continue their own learning process.

[Steven Sweeney]

Grateful acceptance of all your graciousness and generosity, and now, after a couple of very satisfying and productive weeks in my studio, I will come back with lyrics from a favorite Michael Johnson performance, and hope you will all walk me 'round your gardens with future Forum posts as your own wishes become fulfilled. (I am not soliciting responses and, with humility, thanks, and best wishes to all, will now lock this thread -- in perpetuity, as we say at the bar.)

Walk Me Round Your Garden
By Dick Pinney
Mountain Railroad Music (ASCAP)

For all you mad musicians when your dreams of fortune melt
For all the crazy artists locked up painting for themselves
For all the captive dancers in their motion sickness hell
Well I hope that it goes well
And I hope somehow you sell to someone sometime

And you're all dressed up like paradise
But when it's goodbye to the crowd
Won't you walk me round your garden
Before your sun goes down

For all the politicians with their conscience for the earth
For all the aging teachers looking round so far from birth
For all excited scientists who run for all they're worth
Well I hope that it goes well
And I hope somehow you sell to someone sometime

And you're all dressed up like paradise
But when it's goodbye to the crowd
Won't you walk me round your garden
Before your sun goes down

Well I hope that it goes well
And I hope somehow you sell to someone sometime

And you're all dressed up like paradise
But when it's goodbye to the crowd
Won't you walk me round your garden
Before your sun goes down