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This Is 55
After My First Mountain There is nothing to do except brace myself. It’s so cold. I’m so sick of this wind. It isn’t just blowing—it howls, whistles, whooshes, then slaps the side of the… Read more
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Someday the World will be Showered with LOVE and COMPASSION
Good Morning. It is November 9, 2016, the day after the US Presidential Election. The unthinkable happened, the unimaginable, Donald Trump won the election. It is a sad day for… Read more
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under a heavy pile of dirty laundry
Sick again. Then better. Then sick. Then better. A roller-coaster. Non-stop dishes; complaining re-wires the mind, it makes you more prone to anxiety and depression, I read this on-line. The… Read more
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Morning Dark Sky -OPTIMISM in the air
I feel optimistic today, I feel a change coming, a collective shift in our shared conciousness. All week I’ve been scared shitless about Donald Trump and his followers. The racists… Read more
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Naked Painting, Ritualistic October Chant
I can’t remember why we were naked, maybe it was after I had given Jack and Fiona their bath? I had a sports bra on, we were practicing jump roping,… Read more
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October, you are a wealth of Information, coupling Death with re-birth, you never disappoint me.
I see the shadow of a crow out of the corner of my eye and hear a Blue Jay squawk. It’s still quiet in my house, I’m glad it’s Saturday… Read more
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All The Many Questions
Painting. Why do we paint? What are we painting for? Who are we painting for? What are we trying to communicate in our paintings, if anything? How has Facebook changed… Read more
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Studio Moment
Eyes shaky, Head foggy, feel a twitch under my eye every so often. Fan on, humming louder than I remember it. An old muffin wrapper, black pepper in a tin… Read more
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I Welcome All Good Things into My Life!
Kneeling on the cold bathroom tile, head over the toilet, muscles contracting in my chest, my back tightening, aching, body heaving; there is nothing left. I feel a warm hug… Read more
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Golden October
Sunday. A DAY I normally don’t spend in the Studio. But it’s naptime and I haven’t been in my studio for days. This was a must. And Good Thing! I… Read more
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Being a Mom when throw up happens, being a woman when sexism is rampant.
“Jack, are you O.K.? What did you put in your mouth?” I ask. We’re in Target, drool is trickling down the side of Jacks mouth, his eyes are starting to… Read more
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Dirty Laundry Blog by Jennifer Hynes 