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.
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.
July 2020 will ring in my memory for a while. Not because of COVID-19, protests, elections, or wildfires. On July 7, a video chat announced that I'd lost my job. For the third time in four years, unemployed. My inner liberty bell rang — time to quit trying. The job-loss showed me how deeply Autism* … Continue reading writing — because i can
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