Owl is a week short of seven months, which is sort of mind-blowing for me as I can still remember when she was tiny (or even not born yet) and […]
I hereby resolve that my four greatest creative anxieties (am I good enough, why am I so scattered, how do I compare to others, why am I so weird) are now off the table. No more worrying about them. Time to just DO.
Two self-portraits (really a before and after), a teatime spread, and the realization that I am both a dog and a cat.
A sleeping kitty, a new chair, and another installment of flower paintings. And some thoughts on being new to a place.
The point of assumptions is we take them for granted, not realizing they are fabrications (opinions, at best) and not universal and objective truth.
Warts and all. Metaphorically speaking.
I like ship metaphors. After all, SAIL –> LISA. 🙂