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Clean Sweep

(Some of the artists from project 7x7 met at Rising Gallery this past Saturday)

There are a couple of things that will make me break out the broom and do some serious cleaning. One- if I have company coming over. Two- if said company is wielding a video camera. Three- if my studio is going to be focused on in said video cameras lens. So all three of those things are coming together this Friday evening. I am doing a tiny short interview for the Project 7 x 7 and it's taking place in my studio/ dining room so...Pledge, broom, dustpan....let's get with it!
I needed this to happen to MAKE me clean my studio. Its been a mess since Ive been working full time and not able to catch all the random things my cats have decided to throw in the floor. I also have enough fur swept up to make two whole new pets!
So thats what Im doing this week besides battling the horrible PAIN that sets upon me every month for a few days. Not to get too personal in an art blog but I have painful cysts on my ovaries and when they decide to get my attention it is all I can do to stop myself from going to the ER (which Ive done on a couple of occasions) because I know that does no good. So its a steady diet of Aleve and lots of water and whining for a few days. It is the worst pain in the world and I really need to go get a proper test done and battle this thing once and for all. But enough about pain and more about painting....hopefully I can update the painting later this evening. If the studio is clean.


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