when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.
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when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.
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I must know--is this your art? Does this piece describe a dream of yours?
Who ever did the art, I LOVE it.
You're a fascinating woman, Stacy. I wish we lived closer to one another. I'd love to sit with tea or coffee and lots of time to explore.
The last time anyone found me curled up in fetal position, they went out and bought me more wine. I felt better immediately.
"She cannot be bothered."
I'm going to go think about that one...
yes Jerri to both. The painting is of the photo of my mother . She has her back to me as she sends the first photos from her home in EU. Recent dream, but I think it's a death of the ego, death of the lack of self esteem. It comes from her not being able to be bothered by being a mother.
Mist- that was me, it was cheap wine, you are so easy to please.
TWPITG- think about it too much and it will bruise a piece of you that has remained unscathed, do yourself a favor, don't.
While we were all sitting at the breakfast table in the morning, my youngest sister, a small child, siddles up to the table and tries to get some attention.
I had this dream....
(No one is listening.)
And God said, "Anne, you will not die when you're old...."
(Suddenly, we all look at her and bust out laughing!)
Wow, Stacy. LOVE your art.
And that death of lack of self-esteem? I'm all over that idea. Now if I can figure out who to make it work.
Love your sister Matt, she's so right.
jerri- "I love money and money loves me"- oops wrong affirmation. It's a work in progress.
Beautiful. I love it. Love the art..
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