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river_kateFinally a day when I feel I can stay indoors and do things. My home is in disarray; I was looking for a needle and thread last night. I found them and am pleased that I easily threaded the needle. There have been little moments where I experience easier functioning lately. What I struggle with is more acceptable to me lately; I have patience with my mind and body these days.
Several times I've changed my mind about the found objects I'm going to make art with. I found my fabric stash including leftover upholstery fabric from my Victorian settee. I'm thinking I'd rather attach my objects to it instead of the wire screen that the metal artist is using. I wonder if I should share my results or if it would annoy her. While laminating two items with do-it-yourself paper, I cut a cancelled stamp from 1904 that was on an envelope from St. Louis as they were getting ready for the World's Fair. When I looked in the envelope, I found some curls of human hair. It is from a child named Robert who wrote to my grandmother. It is a bit brittle but a beautiful golden color.
Some more paints came via Fed-Ex today. They are student quality acrylics for landscape painting. I worked on the small seascape and finished it and am way more satisfied now that I have a different color blue. (When I started, I was actually using a six tube basic set and painted with a brilliant blue, black and white.) Now I am reminded of how messy I am when I create and how I neglect to eat. Really, there has always been this challenge with attention for me.
This morning I read about a woman who basically laid in bed with Lyme disease for five years. She found a way to heal and came to a point where she decided she had to give up using it as a reference point. It's such an individual thing and people have to find their own way no matter how much assistance they get from others. It's kind of a dance that I understand. Giving up feeling the need to explain and apologize can seem unnatural. The more at peace I become with my functioning, the more people see me instead of my apparent limitations. Maybe I'm just getting better at tuning out those who are uncomfortable.
In ways I can't explain, it feels like I am having a wonderful harvest right now. Of course, there are cycles and this time will pass. In the meantime I am appreciating and focusing on the good things I have now. So, I'm soaking in it because we all will be challenged again soon.
I took a photo of my painting with a one-use, point-and-shoot camera. There is dust on the bench that the small easel is sitting on. Housework is still not a priority.
Several times I've changed my mind about the found objects I'm going to make art with. I found my fabric stash including leftover upholstery fabric from my Victorian settee. I'm thinking I'd rather attach my objects to it instead of the wire screen that the metal artist is using. I wonder if I should share my results or if it would annoy her. While laminating two items with do-it-yourself paper, I cut a cancelled stamp from 1904 that was on an envelope from St. Louis as they were getting ready for the World's Fair. When I looked in the envelope, I found some curls of human hair. It is from a child named Robert who wrote to my grandmother. It is a bit brittle but a beautiful golden color.
Some more paints came via Fed-Ex today. They are student quality acrylics for landscape painting. I worked on the small seascape and finished it and am way more satisfied now that I have a different color blue. (When I started, I was actually using a six tube basic set and painted with a brilliant blue, black and white.) Now I am reminded of how messy I am when I create and how I neglect to eat. Really, there has always been this challenge with attention for me.
This morning I read about a woman who basically laid in bed with Lyme disease for five years. She found a way to heal and came to a point where she decided she had to give up using it as a reference point. It's such an individual thing and people have to find their own way no matter how much assistance they get from others. It's kind of a dance that I understand. Giving up feeling the need to explain and apologize can seem unnatural. The more at peace I become with my functioning, the more people see me instead of my apparent limitations. Maybe I'm just getting better at tuning out those who are uncomfortable.
In ways I can't explain, it feels like I am having a wonderful harvest right now. Of course, there are cycles and this time will pass. In the meantime I am appreciating and focusing on the good things I have now. So, I'm soaking in it because we all will be challenged again soon.
I took a photo of my painting with a one-use, point-and-shoot camera. There is dust on the bench that the small easel is sitting on. Housework is still not a priority.
