I got the big paintings I made the other week up on the gallery wall in time to have a tiny opening for First Thursday. Bill provided the refreshments (whiskey and pie -- oh my!) and it was a lovely warm-yet-chill evening. Every time I venture back into some arena of endeavor that I haven't undertaken since before my mom died I worry about whether or not I can do it. Will this thread of my life still be there, for one thing, and if it is will I have the energy to pick it back up? Well, in this case, it was and I did. The paintings are for sale, too, in all their wobbly wrinkly imperfect glory (part of their charm if you ask me) for fifty bucks a pop, so stop by or let me know if you want one!
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