Summer-inaugural breakfast I just made myself a proper breakfast for the first time in… maybe a year? Finished my last art show (until Fall) on Saturday; Have released my late Mom’s things to the point that I can reclaim my storage space for inventory; My son’s doing okay; The cat is happy. Life is good. … Continue reading good morning, summer!
This painting will be my contribution tomorrow to a fundraiser for the Oasis Women’s Mental Health Center in Birmingham, AL.
There’s some sh*t I need to release and remove from my space and consciousness , before I can let myself take a deep breath and start to splatter and smear joy.
Forty-plus years in a team-driven, deadline-critical profession, not knowing I was Autistic. Architecture was hell for me.
The impact of Mom's death - the sudden absence of a person who's always been in my life (and strongly influenced my actions) continues to upend my expectations.
I finally accomplished clearing off my work table today! It's taken six months, slowed by a lot of tumult, but I'm ready to paint. I gave up 12" of counter space in hopes of keeping Prissy off of my work... who am I kidding. Off course she leapt straight onto the table from on high. … Continue reading progress!
I don’t have the bandwidth, train wreck. By Leslee & Midjourney with help from Goya’s legacy.
image generated by MidJourney AI on behalf of Leslee Hare 18 oct 2022 As recently as 2020, I still believed and behaved as if all human beings would act with morality, compassion, and fairness. Maybe that's why I fell for cult-like groups so many times in my earlier years. Somehow my Autism seemed to put … Continue reading an autistic trip through the design minefield
In early 2012, a group of friends and I started logging dream synchronicities which we call "Dreamflights."
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