This Christmas I sang off-key in church; I cooked jambalaya for Christmas dinner, and the Ford dealership said our car won’t be done until Thursday or Friday due to a backorder.
Tibetan Journey intrigued me from the moment I saw the photo online. The landscape showed immense rocky hills, hill after hill, with no sky and not a tree or bush or blade of grass anywhere. I found it awesome. A road cut right through the middle of this awesome landscape, and disappeared over the last rise. On this road, a monk walked with nothing more than his backpack. It looked like he was walking into nothingness, where everything is nothing.
So happy to tell you about our new dog, Tango. We found her through a rescue shelter and she’s smart, well behaved, and adorable. So, not having much time to paint, I started a painting I titled “Gimpy-eyed Cat”.
This month held mixed emotions for me: I’m still thrilled about winning, but on a sad note, we couldn’t save our sweet dog, Kez.
Just wanted to share with you what happened last week. I love yoga. Well, last Tuesday’s class, while I was in the ‘table’ pose, hands and knees on the floor, I overstretched my hand somehow, and damaged the flexor tendon that runs from your forearm to your fingers, on the palm side of your hand.
Also, they asked if I would submit my painting, White Slough, in the member competition, and I think the variety of styles would work nicely.
I just finished a stunning painting titled “Lakota Ghost Dancer”. It’s hanging in the front window of the Lodi Community Art Center,