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Too much information is not good for the creative mind. It blocks, it mocks, it kills free thought. Here is a new work in the making… Lost love teenager in Paris.


It’s been a hard year. I have been ill often, I’ve had 3 surgeries and a general feeling of not belonging to many…or any positive energies. I have a small garden area that “came with the house” as they say here in Mexico. The first two years I babysat 18 trees (I can’t remember the name of them now). They were weak, grew sporadically and kept dying. The ones that grew, moved up into my roof and caused lots of damage. Darn. I finally took them all out and designed the narrow long space with lovely ceramic pots and lots of flowers, concrete pavers and lava rock. That was almost two years ago. That garden has now found it’s legs and is doing pretty well.
I wanted more…what woman doesn’t. I don’t remember how I got started with orchids, but it was what a missing element I was looking for. The picture here is my house entry where there is shade, room to house my electric trike and table and chairs. These are my first orchids and the beginning of a new adventure and I’m hooked. I’ve been learning, and trying to remember everything I’m learning. It’s been a struggle but this new adventure is making me happy so I’m going for it. I finally have something new and exciting and at last, something to write about.
I’m done. I’m fried. I can’t deal with the raging insanity. I understand why this happened now thanks to Chris Hedges, American economist. I get it. Reality tells me to keep going making art that nobody cares about or wants or can’t connect with. I can only keep going. I know no other way. Some choose alcohol, or drugs. I sketch and get lost in my creations. So be it.
I see paper dolls, scraps of rags that turn into Cinderella silks. It is who I am. I cannot change what motivates me. I can only change and modify my visual message. This is how I will heal.


Do you have memories of autumn in the fall? Did you ever live in this kind of countryside? If you answer yes, you are a romantic. This image was created in Freepix. The memory of it is all mine.
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