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July
4, 2004
It would have been my cousin's birthday today. i'm sure
i've posted about this before - but every year i can't
help thinking about her, and the tragic way she
died. i had my own fun with some recreational drugs
- but i will never comprehend her level of addiction and
what hell it must have been for her.
Yikes. Heavy thoughts so early in the morning.
On a lighter note, i've found a small studio to go explore
my painting, for the summer at least. The woman who
runs the shop has been painting for about 12 years, and is
70 years old! But she's a hoot to work with - very
laid back - and while doing her own painting, is usually
in her bare feet.
Anyway, first thing i did there was a painting of
sneakers. Strange but true. i'm learning that
i have truly wonky taste in subject manner sometimes.
So halfway through doing them, she leans over and says to
me; "You don't need lessons. You just need a
place to paint." Heh. i have a lot to
learn - i just had a lucky start. But i was very
flattered anyway. (And no, that's not putting myself down
- i know i'm improving, but i don't believe we ever stop
learning.)
Then she decides to put the painting, along with S's (who
i convinced to come to this place with me and it appears
is a "natural" painter and loving it!) in the
store front window. And this past week, a guy who
writes for a little cabbage town paper spies the sneakers
and tells the owner that once he saw them he just HAD to
come into the shop! He discovers she's self taught,
70 years old and now wants to do an article on her.
Too funny!
Said sneakers:
Hmm - maybe i should be charging an advertising fee.
Oh. And i'm very happy to report that Himself's back
is back to normal. Wink.
Now if i could just get him to pose nude for me...
 
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