Lost words, When the sounds that roll out of a mouth disappear into the ether, Vocabulary disappears, I have no idea what you are saying to me, This is what I think in my mind. I stand there. I wait for something to change. For the words to be understood, For the speaker to give […]
I had to walk away and let the paint dry. If I added charcoal and drawing and more paint and collage I would have ended up with mess. It was a struggle to get in my studio. I needed it so badly. I am an artist first. Lately I feel like an activist first and […]
I just glanced out my window and noticed I forgot a paper wreath that Fiona made with hands shaped in the I Love You sign. I didn’t even see it before. I think it should stay.
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. […]
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 […]
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 […]
I cough, start to type. Today I am going to my studio to paint. It’s effort because I have a cough, woke up at 4:30 AM. It starts with a little tickle. The Nyquill and hot whiskey from the night before has worn off. I think, maybe the coughing will stop, maybe I can go […]