A Neighbor’s Dying

“…Poor, poor Chris…I guess maybe your train finally came…”

Painting My Heart Out

Woo Hoo ! I am an artist WHIRLWIND again! Hang on, cause art is flowing out of me in a torrent, and I need more hands. I am happy to … Continue reading Painting My Heart Out

The Hurrier I Go…

THE BEHINDER I GET How true, how true that Pennsylvania Dutch saying is. I squander my art endeavors, rushing from this deadline to that, frazzled, befuddled and unsatisfied. That may … Continue reading The Hurrier I Go…

IN the Mirror

recognizing my BIPOLAR self image I’m in “Wonderland” right now. Been here for a week or so. Time seems to be inching by, my head too heavy to lift off … Continue reading IN the Mirror

Eating Art

I eat a lot of my art. Great flow, free strokes, endless imagination…stuffed in my spare bedroom. “What spare bedroom?” You have a right to ask, especially when the door … Continue reading Eating Art

RESOLVING THE COMMISSION DILEMMA

Stuck in the Barnyard “OLD McDONALD HAD A COMMISSION…Oh no, Oh no, Oh no……”

It’s Just Me…

“He bandaged my broken hands that had beaten down my own hopes…”

AM I FAMOUS YET?

“…I was a rebel…not knowing thousands of feet had gone down that same road days…months…centuries before…”

A Freewheeling Frenzy!

I have to get the mix just right: a smidgen of anxiety, a pinch of hunger, a good dose of caffeine and just about 48 hours without sleep and *BAM*! … Continue reading A Freewheeling Frenzy!

The Cathouse

Been trapping feral kitties this weekend…but not to kill them. Yay! I’ve been working with a nonprofit called Meow Now, which I believe has chapters nationwide. They catch, neuter/spay , … Continue reading The Cathouse

Starting Over, Over Again

“… can you see me going mad in here?…”

In My Room

your home is your place to dream, to find peace and rest. A cocoon, a safe haven, an island in the storm… a place to create, to define, to highlight … Continue reading In My Room

“Party Girl”

Transported.

“Why am I small again, lost again?”

All Writey Now

…seems to be less like a monkey…more like a huge Brahma that has lain down, groaning and farting…