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12 Days

"Alight"  acrylic/krylon/latex on canvas  12" x 16"

"Coccinelidae" acrylic/krylon/latex on canvas 20" x 30"

This week I made it a point to PAINT LIKE CRAZY while I felt good and also pushed away the little table I set beside my bed when I'm ill. There's something freeing about doing that. Clearing away the pill bottles, putting the crackers back in the kitchen and removing all traces of being an invalid. It's a mental thing, it helps a lot. Granted in about 12 days that table will be back- for now I can act like a normal girl. I even made myself get out of the house, put on nice clothes and makeup and go see some art shows. I have to fully enjoy these GOOD days as best as I can. Saw lots of friends this weekend and that was great and much needed.
Today it's back to the grindstone, another day of feeling well means another day of work, work, work. I am going to be in Kettles Jubilee show on April 18 . Djing Texas Theater on April 20. Planning on the week of the 25th to be the "bad week" and can't plan beyond that right now. The bad week will decide a lot on what will happen next in terms of medical plans, surgery, etc. I'm in limbo right now but it is what it is. In the meantime I paint like crazy. Luckily, I love painting like crazy. Enjoy the weekend and your health!




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