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Today I painted for the first time in months. A large plank of card board was my victim. I looked for a Van Gogh to imitate, a dry spell habit - my way of reacquainting myself with my paints. I chose a still life. No tarantulas or oranges. A green vase with flowers. I attempted to draw the image first, pleasantly listening to Ani Difranco. When ( Read more... )

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When I recall today, I want to remember how K. looked trying to fly a kite in the winds of an oncoming storm. Her hair was more suspended than the kite the majority of the time. The smile on her face was constant ( Read more... )

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