Paper Thin Love Affairs on Mars
Hello stranger. I'm not sure if I'm the only one who still reads this, but I keep writing it because I start to forget what I'm doing when my head is too full of things.
And for once I don't think I have anything to whine about. MK's emailed me finally and said I got accepted to the art show, as usual. They also asked if I had any more stuff because they'd like to see it and show it and the like. And in that email I almost deleted, my life was validated. And that's a little frightening on some level, but I'm happy. I've been painting and painting for the past few days because I really want to take them up on their offer. . . Sewing has been working good lately for that matter, too, but I haven't finished anything in a while. I keep saying I'm going to, but I've been working on paintings instead. Painting class is still wonderful... we did figure drawing yesterday and landscape painting today. I adore figure drawing... one day I will convince someone to pose for me for the fun of it, but until then I'll just have to suffer.
Last night I dreamt I watched a man hang himself on a tennis court with "U" written in the fence with tennis balls. Even though he was dead, I knew he was looking at me. I told the person I was with to look, but when they looked the man got out of his noose and walked away. I didn't know if he was still dead or not. Does that mean something?
And for once I don't think I have anything to whine about. MK's emailed me finally and said I got accepted to the art show, as usual. They also asked if I had any more stuff because they'd like to see it and show it and the like. And in that email I almost deleted, my life was validated. And that's a little frightening on some level, but I'm happy. I've been painting and painting for the past few days because I really want to take them up on their offer. . . Sewing has been working good lately for that matter, too, but I haven't finished anything in a while. I keep saying I'm going to, but I've been working on paintings instead. Painting class is still wonderful... we did figure drawing yesterday and landscape painting today. I adore figure drawing... one day I will convince someone to pose for me for the fun of it, but until then I'll just have to suffer.
Last night I dreamt I watched a man hang himself on a tennis court with "U" written in the fence with tennis balls. Even though he was dead, I knew he was looking at me. I told the person I was with to look, but when they looked the man got out of his noose and walked away. I didn't know if he was still dead or not. Does that mean something?