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Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day is often a day of mixed emotion for me. I think about my mother today as my book Plaid undergoes it’s final preparations before publishing. Today I took photographs of artwork that will be part of my yet unfinished ”strategic”marketing plan. I think about my childhood as I create. As a child, I stayed awake for long periods of time in my bed. I made shapes from the beams of light that shone on the wall from torn window shades.
Pantyhose People began then. I fold this memory into my art along with the memory of paper dolls once given to me on Christmas.
Patterns ingrained in wood
I’d like to spend more time here on the patio in Savannah but practical things like work call me. This depicts just about how I feel right now.
a watchful eye
I recently volunteered to help someone clean out the house of their mother who had passed away after a 3 month (unbeknownst to them)bout with cancer. With the physical work done, my friend wandered about the empty house doing emotional work.With a lot of time on my hands I got out my always handy camera. 10 siblings are to “share and share alike”according to her will.For the most part they are with the exception of a cookie jar. 
I like to think their mother is watching over them and hoping for a peaceful division of her possessions.
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Affirmations
found on the bathroom wall in a delightful coffeeshop!
2 worlds
Pantyhose People 