“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


Loosening Up

The announcement.

I am less scared now, less intimidated about this show, and the art is coming easier. Yesterday was a storm day - a painting of a tornado flowed from my fingers as if it had been living inside me and wanted out, out, out. 576 square inches of paint so easy ~ if I had my camera I would show you, but it will have to wait; said camera is the backup today in an actual paying job, and no doubt feels quite smug about it all. The Caffe' no longer allows artists to leave announcements there, saying it is too messy, so I have more than I need and I am leaving them everywhere I go. A rival coffee shop in my neighborhood has even allowed me to leave a few on their counter. Thank you, James.

And so I take these few moments, while gel is drying, and my belly is recuperating from a breakfast of leftover quesadillas & salsa, to say thank you to all of you. To those of you who comment & to those of you who don't. To those of you I know personally, and to those of you I know only through emails & blogs & an occasional phone call. To Jenny Doh for the opportunity to show myself to the world, for her belief that I was worth publishing. All of you have made me feel I could do this. It's been a long time, and this is a small show, but it is important to me. It means a lot to be out there again, after so many years. Without you all, I would not be.

At a party last night, one of the women insisted I loosen up, insisted I needed to loosen up. But I am just shy, I said. She was not taking that as an excuse, and I found myself dancing with her, doing the bump with her, just the two of us in front of the band. And later, dancing with 3 other women, all of us flitting around, just bopping, not caring, and I thought Who is this person I have become? She is braver than the me I used to know. Thank you all. Without you, I would not be.

And yes, there were men at the party,
but they were cooking.
The women were dancing.
The wind blew in a cold front,
and a bit of rain.
All was right with the world.
but cold? what is up with that?


  1. Sounds like you’re becoming more people than you can count. There’s the shy you, the fun you, the worried you, the insightful you, even the outgoing you, who loves to display your creativity and insight here and now in your upcoming show. In reality, there are far too many of you to categorize or even understand. A new expression of you wakes up each moment and stretches out to embrace her world.

    Glad to hear that you’re feeling good about the show. I hope you enjoy and savor every moment. I would love to stop by and see it if only you didn’t live 1400 miles away.

  2. Everything you need you already have, you just have to go a on a scavenger hunt to find them!

  3. Remember the post you did last year? I swear it was just about a year ago exactly. THIS was one of the goals you wanted to achieve.
    So, there you go!
    You DID it!

  4. "she is braver than the me I used to know"...i look at your growing with awe and excitement ~it is beautiful thing

  5. I keep thinking of you as I take pictures of all these unfurling flowers.
    You are brave and beautiful, and your art is so so perfectly whimsical and, yes I will say magical, even if I use that word all the time...I can't help it. It is all so very magical.

    How I wish so much I could come to your show and see your work for real, on the walls, whispering its enchantments to all who view you.

    Oh, I can't wait to see your tornado! And the fourth little painting on the bottom of your announcement...I LOVE I LOVE!!!!


  6. Wondering if you will be wearing your yellow shoes? :-) Teehee... I'm so proud of you! xx

  7. Oh congratulations, I so wish I could be there to view your beautiful art. I will send you good ju-ju for your opening!

  8. :-) growing and becoming braver, makes my heart smile for you and everyone you know, xo

  9. Women are more fun to dance with anyway. And, oh, I think this brave woman has been inside you all along. I'm so glad she's growing bolder each day.


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