“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

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

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!

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.

Imagination LOCKDOWN

Dear Friends, I woke up this morning believing the world was fine, normal. I had no thought of a world on lockdown for a few fleeting seconds. .   Then, as was wont to happen after my Mom’s death, the awful reality came down on my brain like a sledgehammer. It did actually stop me in my tracks in the hallway. A punch in my tummy … Continue reading Imagination LOCKDOWN

A New Reality

The awful Pandemic we are living thru today reminds me of when I contracted Chicken Pox as an adult. While not nearly as deadly as Covid-19, I was very ill. I had a fever of 102.5 for a few days and extreme discomfort from the lesions(pox) that burst forth all over my body, in my mouth and everywhere else. This was a particularly distressing time, as … Continue reading A New Reality

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

Feeling at War with Myself

I have been languishing here, letting myself fall off the edge of sanity for a while. Is it physical?emotional?spiritual? No, not spiritual, for I feel close to my Creator. I just feel diminished, somehow, like my life’s blood has been watered down. Perhaps when the rainy season ends I will blossom again. Till then, my friend, bear with me…   Continue reading Feeling at War with Myself

All the Comforts of Home

I love to paint old furniture. Old, unloved, forlorn furniture. Abandoned. While my efforts are earnest, I don’t adhere to and “discipline”, such as Tole painting. I love the results of timeless beauty where this discipline is used. But there is something of a rebel in me, an impatient, free-wheeling force to be reckoned with. .  Does this make my recycled art furniture better than … Continue reading All the Comforts of Home

The Duality of My Artistic Self

Depicting my own image has been a starting point my work from the beginning. As a child my drawings were always of female faces, although I never consciously realized these were reflections of me. Even then, in my earliest work, the duality of my nature is blatantly apparent. .  The faces I drew were always divided, half usually in darkness, or different in other ways. … Continue reading The Duality of My Artistic Self