My cat Giovanni died in my arms, one morning last fall, just as the sun was just rising and the first rays coming in through the window on us. He had been suffering kidney and heart failure and lost most his weight in just two weeks. He gasped three times then died an old kitty, almost 19 years old.
As an artist, it helped me to paint it out and work on a little cat alter. You paint out the love and the memories that you never want to forget. continue reading
It’s easier to paint a tree, than to grow a tree, I think now. As I grow older and impatiently wait for the maple I planted three years ago to grow more. My paintings of trees hold the memories of trees of childhood and long ago.
Here’s some of my favorite tree paintings…each one has a special meaning in my childhood. continue reading
I know you are (each) looking at me as a blogger to say Pithy and interesting things, but let me tell you how I am really thinking tonight! If this is offensive or strange to you, to hear real deep thoughts, you may skip this post.
I have been putting my mom’s illness in vague terms to save her reputation. The truth is, she has Lewy Bodies disease and there is little reputation, to save any more. The cat’s out of the bag…. continue reading
We found out this year through the Ancestry DNA test that we have 10 to 15 percent Scandinavian blood in my paternal family; meaning I descend in part from Old Norsemen and Vikings! Ever since, I have been thinking of the Vikings and seeing a strange Newfoundland beach in my dreams, and drawing my own Viking ship….
Osebergskipet
Here are some more of my poem fragments that I had scribbled in a notebook this year, and recently turned up again.
It’s small.
It’s old.
It’s crazy.
But it’s Mine.