Selfies... and Other Awkward Realizations

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Selfies... and Other Awkward Realizations

It’s been a strange week.  So much so I’m having trouble sorting it out.

On the weekend I went to Costco to have my snow tires put on the car.  It takes them about an hour to do it, and having nothing better to do, I went into the store to see what they had in the book section….

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Blue On Blue

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Blue On Blue

After all that yellow, I go back to what is still my favourite colour.  Blue.  The painting isn’t finished yet, but I’ve been reveling and wallowing in all that blue. 

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About Those Yellow Hats...

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About Those Yellow Hats...

You may have noticed… I’ve changed the name of my blog.  Now it’s called “Puddles and Yellow Hats.”  A little more interesting than just a day in the life of an artist.  This is my third post under the new title.  I am trying to write once a week.  So far, so good.

I thought the new title needed some explanation, so here goes….

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Did the Cat Lady Give Up?

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Did the Cat Lady Give Up?

Came home from work yesterday.  Got a call from my sister in Vancouver.  The family dog, Belle, died.

She was old, Belle was, so my sister was under strict instruction not to call me at work if she dies.  I knew I would blubber like a baby when she died.  Which I did.  Most of the evening.  See, Belle and I were close….

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Puddles and Yellow Hats

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Puddles and Yellow Hats

Two days ago was Tuesday, November 13, 2018.  It was what would have been my 25th wedding anniversary.  He didn’t die, we divorced over eight years ago.  But still, I woke up, realized what day it was and thought I needed to change gears.  Fill the head with other thoughts.

So I did what everybody does.  I picked up my phone to see what was new….

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A Response To Pain

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A Response To Pain

So much transition in my life these last few years… A few roads taken that seem mostly a mistake and others that tried to correct those mistakes.  But what all of it has in common in the last eight years or so, is the pain.  And not pain that can be ignored or denied, but the kind that is searing and in my face. The kind that will not let go without being addressed….

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Diary Entry 5: When There Are No Words...

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Diary Entry 5: When There Are No Words...

Sometimes a painting can mean so much it's hard to know where to start, how to explain it. And maybe that's the point. How much do I need to paint if words do the trick?  On the other hand, the words afterward can make sense of the process I've just been through.... 

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