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A friend and I are trying to figure out the name of this plant. I call it the "Bulbasaur Plant" because it has little bulbs that look like Bulbasaur. Don't know what a Bulbasaur is? Let me pull your hair for a second!
BULBA!
Ok so I took a few days break from blogging and blah blah blah-ing all over the internet. I need that sometimes. I have a HERMIT side and it needs to be quiet and reflective and only hang out with plants and paintings sometimes. Since all the events I had to promote were finally over I felt it a good chance to just catch up on real life and shun the social network timekiller. I'm still kinda feeling that way so I might be less mouthy and loud this week. Plus I have a new painting I'm working on and you know me....these paintings take forever and the more I can get done on them right now the better. Ok, here's a little peek
See what hanging out with plants do to you? Some of the dreams I've been having lately have involved plants so they are very important symbols to me. The last plant dream I had was of cactus and an ice storm. I thought about the juxtaposition of these two and what a cactus means to me. Cactus in the dream dictionary implies a tough obstacle, a prickly situation...but in my personal life cactus to me is a symbol of my Dad. My Dad grew some really lovely cactus plants in the backyard and he always had them around. I took a piece from his garden after he passed and had my sister tool some cactus designs into a leather bracelet along with the mountains of Monterrey. So cactus to me is my Dad. It's important to remember "universal symbols" can be shite, it's what something means to YOU. And everyone is different. Cactus is a tough little mother of a plant, withstanding the harshest of temps and still flourishing...even a provider of sustenance (mmm nopales! tunas!)...there is no more perfect plant to symbolize my Dad.  I haven't gotten to my cactus paintings yet because I'm painting these odd fruit and blossoms that just came out of nowhere. So I'm pondering "fruitfulness" and "blooming" as I work. Well wasn't this a nice little rant? Apparently not talking to people for a few days has me typing up a storm!  :-)
Yesterday my friend Sam Bortnick came by and we shot my latest two pieces so SOON I will be able to get some prints made and also feel good about submitting their images to competitions, etc. ARTISTS- get your work shot by PROS if you aren't one. Your photos make or break you. In an online market this is what they see- the photo- and you want true colors, no glares and detail. If you click Sams name you can go to his site and hit him up to shoot your work. Ok, I think I've said a mouthful and now it's time to Hush and get some work done. The heat in Texas is already in the 100's and it makes me not want to go outside at ALL. I don't even want to trek to Piyo class. UGH! Stay cool, until we meet again...

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