warm breadsticks and crimson scars

while having lunch at the Olive Garden with my daughter and son, prior to dropping them off on campus, we had the good fortune of having an amazing waitress named Joanne-who was a beautiful inspiration and reminder of why life is worth its challenges

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the eyes of butterfly wings

my talented, fellow artist sister Grace snapped this pic of me, the day of my mom’s homecoming party a few weeks ago – I’m one of those who don’t relish getting their photo taken, but I like the way this image had little background. The absence of structure made me think heavenly thoughts…and of my dad who I sorely miss…

I am vain

This piece inspired by my face, currently a disaster of stress rash. Apparently, holding back, in an attempt to be monstrously strong, isn’t good for you. I can now use my face like a 70’s mood ring. Never believed I was vain, but lately I’m hiding in the shadows along with my creatures.