All the Ages You've Ever Been
My inside person (I love Lamott's phrasing there) is, indeed, soul and heart. And I do think she grows larger - takes up more space- in my being with each passing year. My outside person seems to shrink; skin, hair, bones....even my coloring washes out as I age. But this just leaves more room for my inside person. I imagine someday, when the outside can no longer contain the inside, there will be a shift in my existence. But for now (the eternal now) I am just tickled as heck to be here with you, dear reader.
Now, where is that cake? :)
If I Were a Space Cat
When in Doubt, Wear Red
For this painting, a pen and ink mounted on board and then painted, red was the only choice for her shoes. Isn't she, in her way, Dorothy? In another land, dressed in her finery, adventuring with the locals...as long as she has those shoes, she can always find her way home.
I Was Earth
The Universe, with its quirky sense of humor, timed my takeover of Portland Open Studios Instagram account with the first day in the new studio. Wonder Mike was excited to be momentarily famous while I was spinning the various plates of technology and fervently hoping none of them crashed to the ground. None did. Woot!