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“BREATHE” a Dedicated Work

“Now a new song…was playing in my head as I painted, and joy and hope came back to my heart…” Continue reading “BREATHE” a Dedicated Work

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Discomforting Reality

Know the why. (do I have to?) If you Hurt, then you must. (why?) So that the pain can be dealt with. (I like the pain) WHY? (it’s known.) Hmmmm…So then, does she know the why? No. She knows the pain. So, the why is that it is familiar. Is it comfortable? No, it’s pain. (I don’t want the pain anymore, but I choose it. … Continue reading Discomforting Reality

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The Unveiling!

Shall I call it “UNBAGGING”? I told you that you would never guess my source photo, in the last post’s images. Well here it is: .  Here’s the deal: I was ready to take Kleo for her daily walk, mask on, prepared to face the outside world. I had just finished watching (another) horrible newscast about the indescribable suffering going on all around the world.  … Continue reading The Unveiling!

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I Don’t Feel Very Good.

  Can you dig it? I am sure most all of you can, gentle readers. You can probably deduce from my latest posts that my creative powers seem rather discombobulated. I would have to agree with you.  The “SITUATION” certainly has a dampening effect on my spirit; whereas I used to force myself to get around people and interact for my mental health, now I … Continue reading I Don’t Feel Very Good.

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MAKING ART to QUIET MY NERVES!!!

I don’t know about you , but I’ll starting to feel it…It’s like a weak electric current close to the floor , strengthening as each day passes… More awful news, more isolation and “distancing”-the current gets a little stronger moving to the top of my legs now. I’m getting antsy, and even though I have learned how to cope much better with my Bipolar Disorder-the … Continue reading MAKING ART to QUIET MY NERVES!!!

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An Awakening

Sleep has been a constant goal for me since I put down drugs and copious amounts of alcohol. Yet it has been the most evasive and endangered of species, teasing me with scattered glimpses of it’s eternal beauty. Oh, how I have longed for it’s soothing embrace, and so have everyone I have contact with; they also wish sleep would embrace me! .   The constant … Continue reading An Awakening

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