While trying to put together an art career before my number is up. I find it to be harder rather than easier as I had supposed.
Am I the only one that whenever I begin to move forward in my career,
a major tragedy happens to someone close and
all my plans and good fortune fall into the s–t pile with the rest?
I’m in New York finally getting a piece into a gallery anf the call came.
A disaster in San Diego and guess who’s gonna pay?
Is thie my payback for having too much fun in the late seventies? god knows I had a miserable life until then. When I chose to go ahead as a single pregnant woman without the full support of the father I thought Iwas doing something noble and above all else would raise a valuable member of society.
Now having to take a good long look at thet idiotic decision. There is no warm fuzzy relationship,That is a myth. He thinks that I need to “get a job”. I never worked and never supported him.
What the heck is going on with the youth of today? I just hope that tomorrow will look brighter.
Today I have some kind of flu bug and slipped and hurt my foot so I cannot
go to my studio to paint. Really need to get back to complete a project.
These are new paintings..unfinished.
are the two last pieces.