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Category: anxiety attack
I have one painting I really like today. It’s called “Referee for my mind”. The creation of the painting hasn’t started refereeing my mind yet. I’m still falling down the rabbit hole or in the mouse trap. I got many things done, remembered to do many things, then at 1:00PM I came to my studio. […]
“Mom, do these break?” Jack asks. “Yes, everything breaks” I say. “Is this delicate? How can this break?” Fiona asks. “If you hit it with a hammer, or if I run over it with my car it will break” I say. I tried to put only non-breakable ornaments on the tree. That’s what I told […]
The air quality is good today. The sky, blue. I had the blues this morning. I’ve had the blues for many months, I haven’t written since October. As I walked above Boyd Park, in the open space that has been closed since the Camp fire, I cried as I decided to put everything that is […]
I look east at the pinkish purple horizon line and the fading blue sky. Birds chirp, airplane overhead, Cartoons in the background. Another looming hurricane in the forecast for the southeastern U.S.. I obsess about Elementary School segregation in my district and the lack of Total Communication classrooms in America. I am reminded I have […]
I realized today my soft sculptures need to be quilted, at least the purple one, which is Jacks. I wish I never noticed it, but now that I have the stitching looks unfinished. I also need to fix the glitter somehow so its not falling everywhere. Troubles, troubles, everything’s a mess or really hard work. […]
Pen to paper, word to a page, no time left to do what I need to do. I need to do something creative today. I need to work in my studio, I need to write several papers. I make coffee, shower, spend too much time in the land of anxiety. I’m so mad at myself. […]