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the grand duke of hop canyon

. Two o’clock this morning I was awake and afraid to go out of my bedroom because of not knowing whether my dog, Duke, would still be breathing or not. Jimmy was sleeping on the couch in the living room to be near him, just in case. He’s been in and out of the dog hospital the past couple weeks while they tried to figure out what was going on with him and they decided on Monday that a cancerous tumor on his spleen was causing his declining health. Actually, he was in pretty serious condition when he went back to the vet’s office this past Saturday. I’ve been grieving since then and I guess I’m weary of the pain. The pain of grief is odd – it seems to rise to the surface and be multiplied by each loss that is experienced. I think partly because it is simply a reminder of other losses but also each loss has some regrets associated with it and each loss permanently removes a blessing and a joy of some kind from our lives that we must learn to do without. And then once you’ve experienced...

what a mess!

Cloth Paper Scissors is publishing a special issue about studios . It will hit the news stands early in October. There's a lovely photo on the cover of some artist's very nicely appointed, clean, well kept art space. It will also have, " 85 ways to find, sort and store your stash " and " 11 best organizing tips from an expert " and " BIG solutions for small spaces ". I need to read all of these articles, I'm sure and I'm really looking forward to getting a copy so I can be inspired and encouraged by all those organized artists. Or possibly not. Usually, I just feel depressed when I see the large, clean, orderly work spaces that other artists work in. Anyway, just knowing this special issue was coming out has made me think about what condition my art condition is in. Here's mine... Sorta pathetic. Actually, I try to be organized. I really make an attempt at being organized but I don't love to organize or the discipline that it takes ...

3, 2, 1 . . . launche'

This is one of the few new things I've done recently. We draw names for Christmas in our family of 14 adults and I had the brilliant idea last year that all gifts should be handmade...either by us for our person or we had to purchase something handmade. Consequently, I ended up helping to make several of the gifts for other people and my person ended up with something I ordered online. Fail. The image above on the left is one of the projects I 'helped' someone do for their person. The background is painted with acrylic and the tree, etc. was done with a polyester plate print. Quick and fun to do. I tried to do another in reds and oranges as shown on the right but the print slid and when I tried to clean it up it just made a smeary mess. Fail...again. The one on the right has been photo-shopped just to satisfy my desire to see it in those colors. Besides a sunset, it makes me think of a rocket blast or an explosion of some kind. I'll have to try it again someday becau...