She's My Tomato

"Sasha in the Cobwebs" - mixed media on aquabord, 11" x 14".  Ready to frame.  Available on Artfinder.

Does your brain mess up song lyrics?  

I have a long history of this.  Singing along in the car with my husband, belting out what I think are the words.  Then the turn of his head and half smile on his face as he says "what exactly do you think the words are?" and I find out I was waaaaaay off.  

She's a brick house.
She's my tomato, just letting it all hang out.

Isn't that the way everyone sings it?  Apparently not. :)  It happened again in the studio yesterday, as the song "Summer Breeze" was drifting through my thoughts while I painted.

Summer breeze
makes me feel fine
blowing through the chasm in my mind

Hmmmm.  I knew "chasm" was the wrong word, but it felt like my brain was stuck on it.  Which made me think of how very foggy my thoughts have been recently as I wade out of a landslide of grief.  And foggy thinking brought me to the word "cobwebs" which then appeared in the background of this painting as I buffed away layers of really awkward paint.  The cobwebs were just right in the painting, so I figured they could jump into the song as well.

Summer breeze
makes me feel fine
blowing through the cobwebs in my mind

As I write this, dear reader, I realize you've just had a firsthand look at the family circus comic orientation of my brain, it's circuitous paths and nonsensical connections.  But I figure if you're still reading, maybe you can relate.   You are not alone!  Let's celebrate the ever fascinating, quirky human brain.  And maybe sing lyrics a little more quietly, just in case we're not exactly getting them right.