Posted by in a new beginning, anxiety attack, art Space: Claim, let go Closet space. A must. Dried flowers. Desk space. Private. Dank. Dresses and books. Debt. Notes and piles. A box of Miscellaneous: A hammer, clamp, spray tip for the outdoor faucet, a garden shovel, an innertube, a piece of a toilet paper bar, a screw driver, an incense burner, an exact knife,…Read more »
What words can’t say
Posted by in art, being a mom and an artist, outside the margins, springtime Spring always brings up so many memories
Posted by in a new beginning, art, be kind to yourself, being present Looking beyond whats right in front of me, looking beyond my automatic thoughts and behavior,
Posted by in anxiety attack, art, be kind to yourself, being a mom and an artist, being sick Todays a family sick day. Jack and Fiona, my four-year-old twins, are playing in the yard, naked. I can hear them laugh and talk, get along. “I’ll be right here, sitting in the shade” I say. I flip over the lounge chair cushion. Dark blue, non-faded, no oak leaves sticking their tiny thorns in, like…Read more »
Posted by in a new beginning, mendocino, Nap time paintings, nostalga Thoughts in beer and being an old spring goddess
Posted by in art, Difficult times, Domesticity, moments without children Marinate; children, stew, wood, paintings, art, books, words, wardrobes, faces, nature, workouts, experience. The sweet spring birds are singing a song outside. I questioned the use of adjectives in my sign language class last night, I talked about verbs with Jack and Fiona yesterday, too. I fought with my feelings of the word hate. I…Read more »
