Rainy Monday

It’s difficult to find time to paint right now. I’m preoccupied with the cats. Cinnamon is not doing well, and is going downhill rapidly. I don’t think she has much longer to live, but I could be wrong. The grief of losing her creeps up on me every now and then, even though I haven’t lost her yet.



I did manage to paint some backgrounds the past couple of days for my mold pieces. I want to get back to that body of work and play around with it some more. I'm really interested in the soy milk paint and Earth pigments, and figuring out what I can do with them. I want to transition to natural and completely nontoxic materials.

It's raining here today. We've hardly had any rain at all this winter, and now we're supposed to get deluged with two inches tonight and another inch tomorrow. The weather is becoming very strange.

I went to the opening reception for “The Likeness” at Hunsaker/Schlesinger Fine Art on Saturday night, and then a party at Jon Swihart's after. The reception was fun, because I know so many of the artists in the show. It was great to see that four pieces had already sold, including Jon's piece and a piece by Kimberly Merrill. I think one of Peter Zokosky's pieces was sold, too.

I've been letting my hair go curly lately, and people are surprised when they see me. They think I've done something elaborate to curl my hair, but really I just didn't bother to blow-dry it straight. It's easier this way, but it is a bit unruly.



My mom grows these really great greens, and she gives some to me whenever I see her. I'm thinking of them now, because I'm eating them with tempeh, sprouted brown rice, green onions and pickled ginger for lunch. She grows all sorts of different greens – kale, collard, arugula, and chard. She picks them when they're young and tender, and wraps the stems lovingly in wet paper towels. They taste so much better than the greens I buy in the store. I can't imagine finding the time to grow my own food, but my mom loves working in her garden.