Yeah sic

I haven't been blogging ... Yeah so... Went to Art Downtown tonite n bought this cat ring from Heartside Gallery (where homeless people n others can come create n sell their art).

Good Deeds

Saw Tyler Perry's movie Good Deeds. I recommend it. At the end my neighbor Mary said something to me, because I was a bit like the struggling single mother in the film, and I just wept... Because I had a flashback to when I was homeless and spent a winter sleeping in my car. I wish someone like the man in the movie would come rescue me, but alas it's a fairy tale- another Cinderella story-I enjoyed the dream though.

Fiesty

Frustrated with how people behave and their disregard n disrespect for others. Sometimes all I can do is look at the moon n allow myself to feel small.

How do they do it?

I look at street artists work...such as this Flickr photostream of French artist Christian Guémy aka C215 ....

...and I'm blown away by the amount of work they've been able to create in their life time and the amount of traveling they've done to make a presence with their art around the world.  It makes me feel so small, weak, and useless.  It makes me upset that I've been plagued by so many health problems for the majority of my life, and how that takes a toll on my financial stability--how I have to work harder than most to make less to get by.  Maybe I should be upset that I'm not a man?  Because a healthy man can travel the globe and get by without certain accommodations that I wouldn't be able to.  Today, I feel like shit.  Headache and then some.  I napped and I feel nauseous.  My insides are burning.  My mind wants to do so much, my body doesn't always cooperate.  $ is not there and bankruptcy is likely around the corner.  I wish I could lead a life of creativity.  I wish I could live a life of love.  I wish I could make an impact.  I wish I didn't have health problems.  But here I am in my pajamas feeling like shit.  Feeling small.  Feeling powerless.

boo hoo

We all have our days, so I'm not going to apologize for my whining.  I will say...I am not jealous (maybe envious) of C215, in fact I admire him and the many others who do what he does.  I'm grateful for the Internet and photography, so that I can be the arm chair traveler.  But shit damn...I've lived through so much and I just feel like I need to do something HUGE!

those puppy dog eyes

I cut a boy's hair yesterday--the son of my sweet mailman.  When I opened the door and saw the boy and we looked each other in the eyes, I nearly fell backwards (or forward to pick him up and hug him).  He looked exactly like my ex-husband's son.  He looked exactly as my ex-husband looked as a boy.  His eyes are exactly like my ex-husband's and his son.  Surreal.  It was a joy to have him here, but what am I supposed to do with this surreal experience?  What is the universe trying to share with me?

Skull tattoo

I want a tattoo to represent my poetry group the Almost Dead Poets Society
I drew the one in the first image for my Hung Out to Dry show.  The second image is like a woodcut (but softer material) I did some printmaking with.  I kinda dig the one eye look, but then part of me just wants to go with the 1st one that came out of me.  What do you think?

Fashionista

Posted some newbies to my asos marketplace collection

this one sold to my lovely model Kristen--after all, she rocks it so well!