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I can’t write Gregg’s stories or paint Charlotte’s pain.   Whatever, I’ll take Sinatra’s advice, and do it my way.

I did a series of paintings on women who were furious, mostly with men that done ’em wrong.  This one has been “percolating” for awhile.  I dragged her out today.  She may not seem furious, but very confused.

Donna, my mother-in-law, bought this totem pole in Alaska.  It was at WindDancers, and now it’s on our front porch.  She said paint it, so I am.

I also worked on a painting that’s been percolating for awhile.  We think it was a night blooming sirius(sp?).  I think that blooms and snow relate, they are fleeting.

Happy Friday the thirteenth!

Gregg often wonders why I have to justify what I’m doing.  Goody two shoes upbringing? Impostor syndrome?  I can’t tell you why I’m painting rocks and snow in June.

I’m letting the Cherry blossoms percolate.  I had started a series on Rocks & Snow.  Today I started a reverse.  Variations on a theme.  I thought the snow would kick my butt, but the rock did.  How to make it solid and connected to the earth.

My show at HART is being held over until June 30.  YEAH!  I bought some Sennelier paints.  I should have guessed that they wouldn’t be exactly the same colors as other brands.  I was disappointed to see that the Burnt Sienna was more yellow than I was used to.  But the consistency was divine!

Well! This is a fine mess you’ve gotten us into.  I thought I’d learned so much from from Cherry Blossom left.  Yesterday when I was working on collages, I found better pictures of trees in bloom.  The big problem now is getting rid of the cherry blossom that was at the bottom right.  I scraped a LOT of paint off of it. That is a real advantage of working on a panel.  After it dries, I’ll figure out what to do with that corner.   I know some painters know exactly what they are doing.  Actually, I figure they are full of crap, because I think a painting is like a work of fiction.  The characters can hijack the story.

Took Tues. & Wed for colonoscopy.  One tiny polyp, and I’m good to go for ten years.   I realized I need to think of symbols, the tree as a symbol.  Now, I’m standing on the outside, aloof.  I need to be a part of this tree, not merely observing.