Hi again. It's now the ninth day of the New Year and I'm putting one foot ahead of the other with tentative steps of optimism. Yes I paid my bills, organized my receipts for taxes, packed away Christmas for another year and did several loads of laundry.
I have also resumed work on my website which is shaping up very nicely. I am so grateful to Heather for getting me going on this. It is looking like becoming an awesome site, a work of art in its own right. I have decided to add a Guest page where I will host other artists that I admire with a showcase and link to their own sites.
The first guest artists will be painter, Ray McGirl, and photographer Heather Bickle. They are each exceptional in their fields and it will be an honour to promote them. Since the site is called Art et al and I am also promoting my advocacy work, the guest showcase is most appropriate. I hope we can launch it quite soon.
Maya and Glenn have taken possession of their new house and are now engaged in the dreaming stage as well as packing for moving. There is cosmetic work to be done and some structural stuff to the basement to soundproof Glenn's music studio. I bought them an area rug for the Living Room and three coordinated scatter rugs. I also bought them a gift certificate for Molly Maid to help them clean the new house and a clean up the apartment after they move out. It will save them so much grief. I just wish we lived closer to help them select tradesmen, and to supervise their work while the kids are at their jobs. Alas, from this distance, I can only advise.
I need to clean up my sculptures for the AGP Triennial and prepare a submission for the Mental Health show. So there is much to do and I'm so pleased to be thinking of work instead of myself. It's not good for me to be rummaging around in my head for too long. So back into the world..
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- kingmisha
- I'm bigger than a pile of breadboxes, but smaller than a Sherman tank. I'm overeducated, underpaid but very content with my life. I have loved infrequently but intensely. I dated a poet, divorced a Dean, had an affair with a jazz pianist, was engaged to a diplomat, and widowed by my child's father. The men in my life were all very special. Not all grand passions but much loved in their time: Leonard Cohen, Alfred Pinsky, Billy Horn, Wendell Goodin, and Elliot Hirschman. Thanks for the memories... I'm a lapsed artist which doesn't really trouble me because I'm a very successful parent. I lacked the requisite conceit to persevere as an artist. I just couldn't make myself believe that my art came before my child. The world really doesn't need another sculptor (even a good one), but it does need another good human being. It can use all the good human beings we can turn out. I present Mambolica as my evidence so judge for yourselves.