“Diamonds in the Eyes with Lucy”, my first left-handed drawing.  Now while this is a crap drawing, you must keep in mind that I can’t draw at all with my right hand.  My friend, Mark, inspired this and it’s part of my art therapy class.  The title comes from a story I’m working on called, “Lucy Diamond in the Sky”, a quasi autobiographical work.

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This is sooooooo true!!!!

climateadaptation:

“The Matrix Told by Mom” will make your week better. Much, much better. Don’t forget, Mother’s Day is May 12!

For my cousin, Carol, who turned me onto the Matrix.    This is hilarious.

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natashakline:

For all the artists out there. xoxo

i need to print this out and hang it on my wall

Make Good Art!

tastefullyoffensive:

“Don’t drive too fast or someone might think you’re… up to something.”

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I love moo cows so very  much.  They are so cool.  Might occasionally need crowd control.

Easter Sunday I went to dump my tanks before traveling and the RV wouldn’t start. I’d had to start it from my coach batter that morning and meant to leave it running; but didn’t. I walked up to the security guard and asked for his help.

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Before I left Tucson, I was cleaning inside my RV, rearranging, etc.;  getting things in safe places as best I could even though all is destined to end up on the middle of the floor upon arrival.  Just the nature of the beast.  I had one of the hot air balloon spinners hanging in the doorway.  I sell them.  I sell them because I’m from New Mexico and as we all know Albuquerque is the capital of hot air balloons.  They come in many colors and you can hang them in your garden and they spin around in the wind, weighted by long streaming tails. 

So I went outside to bring in my baby lavender and chive plants and solar lights for the night.  I moved the balloon spinner out of the way and hooked it outside the door.  When I went back outside to bring it in, it was gone.  The wind had dislodged it and without my glasses , unless it was obvious I couldn’t see it.  I heard bird calls.  Beautiful  bird calls.  I wondered if Indians were close by and ready to attack my wagon train.

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“ , , ,Fiction requires a more rigorous discipline than all other art.”

“How?”

“Jesus, for starters, the stakes are so much higher, the audience is that much more intimate with language than any other medium of expression.  You must get things just right.  There have been child prodigies in music and mathematics, because there are elemental laws of accord and discord, but where are the child proteges of literature?  Are there any?  That’s a question.”

“I can’t hink of any.”

“That’s because there are none!  Fiction is an accumulation of the observed born of years of living.  Fiction is essentially representative and therefore, alas, may be the most intellectually conservative of all the art forms.  We writers live in the ghetto of the familiar, in the literary tropes of the perceived temporal life of the masses, with a beginning, middle, and end… .”