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Instead of mapping out a course for yourself, or following your usual path, take an intuitive wander instead… *
I start out in frustration. I don’t like what is on the canvas so I ‘paint the fence’ in shades of orange (realizing just now how my color choice mirrors my mood)… 477 more words
“You should make books and sell them at the Farmer’s market!” said a co-commuter, as we were waiting for the train this morning.
I was bringing in a large unused canvas I had stashed in our shed to give to a coworker, and my commuter friend asked me, “Oh, do you paint?” 861 more words
It’s been a while. I could wax on about the whys and wherefores—about the assault on my sensibilities as Paris and San Bernardino were terrorized, about the vanities and vagaries of politics (Oy!), about the family dramas and health crises of loved ones—about the avalanche of words and emotion that overflowed in my head, but strangled the words in my throat and left the page blank. 1,196 more words