Catching Up

I can almost hear you saying, "where's the art?" Well, this is what I have been staring at and loving since my return home. Beloved katie sent this to me in my absence - a beautiful gift to surprise me on my very first day back. Can you see the writing on the frame? Like everything katie does it is beguiling and odd; I could never put into words what her paintings do for me and that is surely a good sign. They work on a deeper level than speech or logic. I am learning from katie that the way to get to "that" place is to let go and trust your instincts. That part of you that knows but doesn't know how it knows. Thank you katie, for this lovely gift and for your special gift as a teacher. I keep learning from you.

And you thought I was finished boring you with my vacation pictures, eh? Nyah hah hah, not so fast there. I still have a few more up my sleeve. I loved the old building above for the most obvious reason; distressed plaster, stone, paint. If only I could get this surface in my paintings!

The stores in Fatima were chock full of Marys. I stocked up.

One of a zillion photographs I took of graffiti. This will end up in my journal somewhere; a collaboration with an unknown artist. I love doing that.

Creepy mannequins. Brrrrr, I love that feeling.

Took way too many photos of door knockers. Come to think about it, disembodied hands are kind of creepy too. I remember a movie once about a monkey's paw that could come to life and scamper across the room. Yick, I couldn't sleep for days.

I am still getting caught up and have put a huge limit on my computer time until I do. If you have written and not heard from me, that is why. I'll come out to play again sometime this weekend.

xxooxx