My washing machine won't spin.
My filling crumbled and my tooth is killing me.
My studio headphones broke.
My ex hasn't paid me a dime since December.
My shed is full of bees.
My dryer vent hose is ripped.
My cats have worms. Eeewww.
My bank balance is $1.
My love life is even less.
Shit.
Damn good thing I still have my sense of humor!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Coming Home to Paint
It has been too long since I last painted. I created this watercolor over the span of just a couple evenings this week at the request of a dear friend who once asked me to draw her a pair of shoes. While researching stock photos I came across these killer red shoes which appealed to me not only for their bright color and high polished reflections, but because I'd LOVE to own them! While painting I noticed something - I was happy. It's been far too long since I felt that particular brand of happiness.
Separation, divorce, financial issues, a death in the family, the stresses of work and a second job, becoming a single parent, living on my own for the first time in my life, dating at my age. The drama of everyday living. It's been a tough year for my son and I, we've had a lot to deal with. Life hasn't been easy. But after I dug out my watercolors, dusted off my pallet, and finally made that first brush stroke I felt like I'd come home - at last. I rediscovered a part of me that's been neglected of late. I may draw during meetings on a pad of recycled paper with a mechanical pencil, but it just isn't the same.
Paint is a balm to my soul. An expression of my heart. A joy I'd forgotten. I may never sell a single painting, but it isn't going to stop me from creating them. I've learned my lesson - I don't just like to paint, I NEED to paint. To be me.
Separation, divorce, financial issues, a death in the family, the stresses of work and a second job, becoming a single parent, living on my own for the first time in my life, dating at my age. The drama of everyday living. It's been a tough year for my son and I, we've had a lot to deal with. Life hasn't been easy. But after I dug out my watercolors, dusted off my pallet, and finally made that first brush stroke I felt like I'd come home - at last. I rediscovered a part of me that's been neglected of late. I may draw during meetings on a pad of recycled paper with a mechanical pencil, but it just isn't the same.
Paint is a balm to my soul. An expression of my heart. A joy I'd forgotten. I may never sell a single painting, but it isn't going to stop me from creating them. I've learned my lesson - I don't just like to paint, I NEED to paint. To be me.
I hope you like my newest work, a simple little painting for a sweet friend -
"Laura's Red Shoes"
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Personal Definitions
My Personal Definitions Of...
- Distraction - leaving the house with your Mickey Mouse slippers on.
- Panic - when your teenage son says "Mom, we need to talk".
- Happiness - 30 lbs of furry love... with claws.
- Terror - your tax preparer leaves you a voice mail saying "Call me. Today."
- Anti-Depressants - watercolors and sunshine.
- Aerobics - housework... with 30 lbs of furry love and claws.
- Grace - turning a corner in heels without falling over.
- Old - I don't know, I'll always be too young to be old.
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