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Boxer Mix


Tonight I am filled with ineffable sadness.  People always talk about “battling depression.” How? Do we punch it in the nose? Break its glass jaw with a hard left? Also I am painting about love and dogs (is there a difference?), making beef stew and sourdough bread, and trying to remember how to blog. I hate January.IMG_7780

30 in 30 Day 23 – Hallelujah

Hallelujah for the specter of a good night’s sleep.


Oil on canvas board, 5″ x 7″

Available here

I wanted to name our first daughter Hallelujah, because I thought it would be wonderful to yell that name at dusk across the playground when it was time to go home. Frank objected.


I wanted to name our second daughter Impunity, so I could run with Impunity, sleep with Impunity, bake cookies with Impunity. Again Frank came at me with his rationality and his compassion for our children… oh well.



Tomorrow is my last public day at Fresh Art Studio F. I’ll be there from 1 to 4. I doubt anyone else will, as the Broncos will be playing. The week after, I’ll be moving out. I’m ready. We received the news just before Christmas that we were to vacate at the end of January. I’ve had a while for the sadness to settle in, and two of my Fresh Art studio colleagues – all are wonderful  and have come to feel like family to me – have already vacated.

I will probably come home and bawl my head off tomorrow evening.

But that’s ok, too. It’s time to schlep it all out and put it to rest.

30 in 30 Day 16 – Past Imperfect, Future Tense


Oil on stretched canvas, 6″ x 6″

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Dodo Bird

6″ x 4″, oil on canvas board.



Oil on canvas, 24″ x 18″