Flow

Taking the path of least resistance,

releasing,

giving up power,

finding my way in the flow.

"Flow"

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In the Midst of Chaos Lies Creativity

"In the midst of chaos lies creativity."

-Anonymous

I kind of love that.

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"In the Midst of Chaos Lies Creativity"

All works are copyrighted and all rights are reserved by the artist.

My original paintings are available in my online gallery.

Prints of many of my paintings are available in my Etsy shop. 

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  I welcome commissions.

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Downward Flow

OK, heads up, this blog post is kind of nasty.  Not inappropriate nasty or anything like that.  Just nasty.  That's all.

The little guy and I were at the store today.  I happened to see a display of those amazing little pies they used to sell in the 70s.  The ones with the pastry outside and the awesome chocolate pudding ones were my favorite.  And there was one right there.

Being the great, health conscious mom I am, I insisted that I get one for my kid.  He didn't argue with me.

Once in the car he tore the package open, took a bite and said, "Hmmmm, there wasn't any chocolate in that bite.

Me:  "Take another bite.  You're gonna love it!"  And he bit it.

Little guy:  "This is not good mom."

Me:  "What?!?!"  I looked at the pudding insides of that tasty treat and I swear it must've been on that shelf since the 70s.

He rolled down his window and spit the chewed up bite out.  Now, my kid is amazing at so many things.  He's an amazing athlete, can ride a unicycle like it's nothin', can design and shoot spectacular rockets, but the kid cannot spit any distance to save his life.  So...yup...that chewed up bite went straight down instead of forward and landed on my car door...and proceeded to ever so slowly ooze its way down, down, down.

Me:  "That's going to be really disgusting if it flies off of my car and hits another one."

Little guy beaming:  "They'll just think it was a really big bird."

I love how he can take something that tasted horrible and make it something positive in his eyes.

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More Psychic than I Wanna Be

I'm pretty close to my kids.  No doubt.  Many, many years of mostly relationship building stuff and here we are.  But sometimes we're just a little too close.  As in psychically close.

The big guy was heading out to meet someone about some potential work.  I was in the kitchen when he came to the bar to talk to me.  I looked at him as he sat on a stool.


Me:  "You look nice."

Big guy:  "You can only see a little of me, mom."  Ya, it's hard to give the guy a compliment.

Me:  "Well, from what I do see, you look nice.  Except you better zip up your fly."


Now, could I see anything on him below his chest?  Nope.

Was his fly indeed open?  Yup.

Did we get just a tad freaked out?  You bet.

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A thong by any other name....

I was at a gym today for the first time in forever.  As I walked through I had a flashback to a gym I used to belong to way before marriage and kids.  I remember one day there was a sign posted that said, "NO THONGS".  And I remember feeling rather indignant as it was the 90s and everyone female was wearing those awful thong leotard things over biker shorts.  At least I was...and a bunch of my friends.  Anyway, I was upset and brought it to the attention of the management and pretty much asked, "What the heck?!?!"  And I was kindly told that my thongs were just fine, they meant flip-flops. 

Proud to say I fought for thong rights in the 90s.  Even though I didn't need to.

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Follow the Bouncing Ball

So today as I drove to go pick up my kid from karate a golf ball bounced into my lane and proceeded to bounce, bounce, bounce down the lane in front of me...until I overtook it.  I rather wish there had been some music and lyrics to sing along to as I followed the bouncing ball.

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If it's wrong to have my art reflect my life, then I don't wanna be right.

Sometimes my art is just what pops into my head, sometimes it's my attempt to accurately approximately represent something I've seen, and sometimes it's an illustration to reflect something that's going on in my life.

Well, sorry to report, folks, that I currently have a cold.  A drippy, whiny, pity party kind of cold.  So there ya go, my friends. 

Bottoms up with my cup of water with Emergen-C...here's to feeling inspired to paint kitties, birdies, and flowers tomorrow.


P.S. Every time my family looks my way, at me holding a tissue, sniffling, hair all cwazy...well, I shout, "I'm pretty!"  Pretty sure it's agreement (or maybe fear) that I see in their eyes.

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Perfect Storm of Motivation

I'm always...ALWAYS...inviting my family to go with me when I go running or walking with our dogs.  I pretty much get a universal "No," but the other day presented itself with the perfect storm of motivation.


Me:  "Want to go running with me tonight?  I'll take you by a house where bunnies run wild and free."

Little guy:  "OK, this time.  I need to get in shape for wrestling."


So, perfect!

bunnies + wrestling = running buddy

And so as we ran and walked and ran and walked (that's how I roll), we weaved around the neighborhood, over bridges, through the backstreets, and up and down hills.  All the while I was doing my best to remember exactly where I had seen those cute little bunnies.  As an expert at "fake it till you make it" I meandered my way till I thought things looked familiar and then we were there.  And there was one lone bunny sitting in the front yard.  And my kid was thrilled.

...and so was I.

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Canine Gratitude

I used to think it was just absolute luck that we had the most polite dog ever.  Each time we'd feed our dog, Scout, she'd pause, gaze at us with her beautiful brown eyes, and then proceed to eat her meal.  It was the most beautiful thing receiving such love and gratitude from this delightfully fuzzy creature of ours.

And then we got Hazel.  And she, too, pauses, gazing at us with her beautiful brown eyes, before she dives into the grub.

So now I'm wondering if it's just a dog thing...I dunno, but it is, without a doubt, a beautiful thing. 

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The Man with the Can Plan

There's this fella I've been seeing lately.  He's delightfully bald, in his 60s or early 70s, very tan, has a most beautiful storytelling face, and is in great shape.  He's always shirtless when I encounter him, that's how I know.  I see him running and he's consistently carrying bags...and the number of bags increases when I pass him for the second time in a day.  It's not that I'm fast and lap him or anything, it's that I turn around and double back when I'm out riding my bike.

Anyway, one day one of his bags was kind of transparent and I could finally see what was in there.  Lots and lots of aluminum cans.  And then I got to wondering.  Is he doing it just to clean up?  Is he collecting them so he can make a littel money?  Does he give the cans to a homeless person so they can get a little money?

I think I need to stop and introduce myself to this interesting fella...I want to hear his story.

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