And if you’re without a lover, have a happy February 14th. Why shouldn’t you join in on the fun?
An artistic celebration of love:
And this. My man,Richard
And for lovers gone but not forgotten
And for love songs
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Not for Sale
My wrist is getting better, and I am savoring (More like salivating over) the prospect doing artwork again. Yes, in a little more than a week, my cast will be off. A little physical therapy, and I’ll be good to go.
After that announcement, I want to know…are you tired of blogs (including mine), trying to sell you something? Well, I’m going to put a reverse on that, and show you what you can’t have at any price.
This is my cat, Pumpkin. Not for sale, because, damn, it’s Pumpkin!
I gave this to a friend.
This one, because I’ll be damned if I know where it is.
This was given to a different friend as a house warming gift. Boy, did my bf get pissed I did that. But, he never told me he liked it!
I bartered this one for energy healing sessions. BF was pissed about that, too. In all seriousness, if I had known it was so special to him, I would have bartered something else.
I finally learned my lesson. BF loves it. Not for sale
This one I bartered for an art show in a coffeehouse in Manhattan. Yes, exhibit space is so competitive, you have to give some kind of exchange for even a coffeehouse show.
SOLD!
This one I lost by default, because I left it at a gallery too long after the show was over. we didn’t have a car back then. i always meant to make arrangements to pick it up, but time went by faster than I realized.
One of my favorites. Given to a friend. I do have reproductions of it. No reproductions of my friend. She’s one of a kind.
Given to a charity.
Given to charity.
Given to charity
SOLD!
Sold!
Of course my favorite, and my logo. And damn! She was my cat Hannako!
There’s more, but that’s it for now. My finger is tired. When the cast comes off, I’ll be able to type normally, again. I’m thankful for that.
Sometimes, never happens
I look back on some of my old work: “Companions”, “Autumn Song” and others, and I’m reminded of the relationship that I thought would never end. But both he and I are no longer the people we were at the beginning. My art and relating it to contributing to the world are foremost for me, now. So, I left.
I’m living in a furnished room until I save the money for my own place. In the meantime, I can only do small drawings, and I left my scanner and good camera behind. So, from my Android, I present “The Dancers”.As you can see, relationships are still on my mind. I looked at this again, and wondered, “Are they dancing or wrestling?”
Just a note…does anyone care how much I hate Windows 8?
