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'she who guards the night' 48'x36' mixed media on canvas |
well, friends, my appologies
for the inconsistencies in posting.
insert 1001 colorful excuses.
the truth is i fear being irrelevant,
and this overwhelming fear bullies me into inaction.
the irony wink winks.
like you, i desperately need to create
beauty & meaning. to add value. to matter.
to not waste my time & yours.
(where time=life)
unlike you(wink wink), i fail daily.
oh, i seek help. i'm so full of help
my head buzzes with a cacophony of wisdom, well
meaning advice & conflicting self help nuggets
first thing in the morning
every. single. day.
supposedly, 96% of our daily thoughts
are a repeat of yesterday's.
they mostly add up to 1 idea:
'you are not (good) enough'.
i find this to be true. of me, again, unlike you.
(i process things best in conversation.
just now realizing where this is going)
but, SO WHAT!
the fierce battle of thought & quest for truth
between you're not enough - yes, you are -
no, you're not has been driving me nuts for years.
what's the point, i ask. why does it even matter?
whose standard is it?
why do we even need to compare?
gifts+weaknesses+time=me
i love. i am loved. i've got time.(for now)
i do what i can.
(in which what i can<what i think i can)
SO WHAT!
more or less we are all comprised of the same
elements.
the sun shines on the good & the bad.
perhaps we should all just savor
the honey sweetness of the light.
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a necessary reminder |
lest this gets overbearingly existential,
here are a few snapshots of recent anca times
to be savored and celebrated:
after months of sparse-to-no sales
(no sales at the solo show either),
sales! 4 small pieces & 4 large pieces
-including the commissions pictured-
within a couple of weeks.
sleeping under the stars,
that campfire smell you can't get out of your hair.
cake & steak for breakfast. lots of rain
bringing life on its green wings.
blackberry limeade spiked with an entire bottle of tequila.
oops!
sand dunes & sand between the toes & sand everywhere.
good talks with better friends.
surprise flowers. tomatoes from the garden.
picnics & cuddling to live symphony & chicago skyline.
sun & sun & oh so much water that like a child
you refuse to come out of.
the bawling embrace of mom, as i share
how intensely loved i feel.
sushi & korean pancakes & steamed mussels
with crusty bread
& the morning light on the patio.
lovely friends giving birth to new lovely friends.
stealing kisses and drowning them in red wine.
a generous gift of art supplies.
painting for days. finding just the right books
at the corner library.
being invited to contribute to just the right book.
i'd be a fool in the face of all this abundance
to bemoan my undeserving nature.
well, i am a fool.
but occasionally i remember:
SO WHAT!
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'don't look at me, ok?' 36'x48' mixed media on canvas |
and now back to egg shells. t-1month till
delivery of the art prize piece.
the next 30 days promise to be
meditative & nerve-wrecking.
exploratory & back-breaking.
but mostly filled to the brim with life
waiting to be savored.
(if we are ever so lucky as to be alive)
take a juicy bite!
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shockingly pretty stacks. love it when work sneaks up on me. |