Up at the top I’ve begun the Naturescape that surrounds and extends beyond the farmhouse. One hundred and forty something acres or something something it was. The farmhouse was rented out when I was in elementary school but then not. Or younger.
The weekend of my college graduation the farmhouse was burned down by an unknown arsonist.
We’ll never know.
The farmland was sold. I was supposed to and SHOULD have immediately bought the biggest Apple computer I could have, but did not. I had never had twenty dollars really. I eventually got a little tiny Mac that did in fact help me rescue my poems, in a way.
I painted with the palest green mix from Rage III and the darkest green, plus Mars Black that remained on the palette, thankfully, for I have little. But there is hope for a new tube this week. I am blessed! Whee! 🙂
The black tree was painful, as were the evergreens.
My medication is now figured out — I am where I was before the surgery. Perfect. See the psychiatrist again in two months. Perfect. Whew. Love it.
Fairly steady day — back tweaky but able to write 2303 words, some before appointment and rest after. Then painted. Rested twice. Now to rest again.
That being said, I’m functioning but who? Ida know. Some grownup in space. Not feeling much.
THAT being said, more great art news on the horizon, will send linky soon. So, cool, eh? 🙂 Very honored.