Because of my stupid broken thumb i am having a hard time painting and a hard time typing.......and, well, everything else...who knew how useful a thumb was? so i decided to go ahead with some experimenting with ideas i have been playing with in my head-icons of ordinary people-i mean really, who is to say what a saint is...i know i have met a few in my time

Okay- two things have happened that lead to these drawings

1. broke mt thumb on the left hand-will be in a cast for at least 3 weeks-try opening a tube of paint with one hand...

2. saw a fab!!!! show at the MIA all drawings and ny hand was just itching for charcoal

so i think it worked out pretty well and brought my back to something i love

What draws one person to another? What keeps you friends? When you realize that the foundation isn't as honest as you would like-can you change it? When another person doesn't see the you that you are-but only the you that they like you to be -is it time to move on? What if someone believes things about you that you know are not true-do you argue with them or let them be? Is it worth it if all you do is feel an uncomfortable old role that doesn't fit you any more-and when you shed that role-maybe some don't want to know the you that has emerged....even if it the true you that has been has been playing hid and seek for years-when you finally feel the strength to let your self be found..what if you want to play in another yard?

Here is a painting that is called Candles for Abby-this is my way of trying to work out the anger and grief and disbelief of a child dying. In this picture she is bless and forever remembered - and I will remember the blessings she gave......

So today I was painting and a neighbor came over and I was so embarrassed at the state of my house-did that send me running to the vacuum and dusters? No, indeedy not. I continued with apparent lightness of heart to finish my painting. I think I am going to get the bumper sticker-"I would rather be painting" Now, however I really need to address the bomb that went off in my house and threw objects every which way-I swear to god it is not my fault-it is those others that reside here....really

It has been a long sad, sad week. I am working on a big painting but thought I would put some little things up just to catch up with my blog. Life is so precious I hope that we all take just a moment everyday to realize what a wonder it is just to be able to take a breath, or to smell something wonderful,or to laugh. And remember a kind work can change someones life and fill our own soul

I shall call this one Autumn-all the loveliest colors and the wisest of years-the experiences, the loves the losses-all in the face and hands. I am having way too much fun painting lately-sure I have created a few duds-but they were created!! Think of how often we stop ourselves from taking that first step-and all the bad self talk we indulge in. That puritan ethic has a firm hold in our society-what if we all just decided to pretend to fly all day-or color-or play pirates. i bet we would laugh more feel better in our bodies and have fab ideas!!!!