For all my talk of light conservation, I LOVE TIMES SQUARE. No one is more surprised than I am. I love it there; I visited many times while in New York over Christmas. Each time enjoying the subtle differences of the experience. The lights, the traffic – I tend to have an affinity for traffic … Continue reading
My feelings of abandonment are subtle. I see it in relationships. I can’t say I feel overwhelmingly abandoned, it is subtle. Like a ghost from the past. I am glad to be adopted, grateful. It is the only way I can imagine my life. It feels safe. And yet I am caught in between worlds … Continue reading
Life doesn’t always afford us the luxury of closure. I’ve had an odd life, I think we all have. Life IS odd. Each life is individual in its own way. I was born to two teenagers. I lived two weeks in Shreveport, Louisiana and then travelled the USA with my adoptive family. My life stayed … Continue reading
Except for paying my monthly bills, money means nothing to me. If I did not have kids, I would live in my car and catch my breath for a while. I am not making light of this. I know living in a car is a big deal and some people don’t have a choice but … Continue reading
Adventure follows me everywhere I go and 4th of July was no different. I just finished cleaning all the blood out of my car. I hadn’t seen it the night before. I had been so caught up in the moment and in the slobber and in how I could not have stopped him from running … Continue reading
Painting is a series of risks, much like life. I see in my evolution of painting, that where once I was concerned about overpainting I am not currently thinking of it. I continue to paint as long as the canvas is speaking to me. There are paintings I held back on, for fear something undesirable … Continue reading
I saw an acquaintance of mine, yesterday. I was at the phone store, was having trouble receiving emails to my phone and that is such a convenience. I was there to have the problem identified and corrected as quickly as possible. I arrived and talked with my acquaintance, the man who helped me when I purchased my phone … Continue reading
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