how time flies, literally. maybe that's why i painted this bed; could it be my subconscious trying to tell me to get more rest.
things seem to happen faster and faster and faster. lately i feel I can barely catch my breath between events so have been purposely trying to slow down.
not, however, with my painting.
both of these paintings won recognition on flickr this week on EXPLORE, a gift to my creative ego. and i awoke one morning to find that i had sold seven of my originals in a 24 hour period. a few hours later that number jumped to 9. every penny is being saved (GOD willing) for the dream cabin on my land in puerto varas since the central heating alone will be quite pricey. chile can get bitterly cold in winter.
friends arrived from puerto rico for more celebrations. the pace of slowing down picked up pace again as we wandered off to santa barbara's botanical gardens and then to the santa inez valley extending ily's birthday as much as we could before her parents moved on to new york where her brother will be taking a class in screenwriting.
oh how my girl has grown
next week will be jon's 29th. hopefully we can join him in san francisco to spend it together; its been hard not having him near.
at least we had him down for a couple of days for richard's birthday, having come down on the Amtrak surfliner train, backpack and david byrne's book as sole luggage.
we talked about art ofcourse and how to be independent in the art field and how to jump start a small business in order to have the freedom for "what really matters in life".
i enjoyed him thoroughly as mother/son went for coffee and book browsing at barnes & noble, small walks and he exploring the surroundings on a bicycle and taking photographs which is his passion.
ily & her brother luis gabriel, the one who loves film and will be taking a screenwriting class.
ily's mother Kiki, a real beauty and an expert triathlon athlete as well as jovial and very funny.
i have started a new collection. can you guess? all handmade ofcourse. the one on the left is by nostalgia at the stonehouse (england, and the two others by mary stanley. which made me think i want to paint a giant heart filled with little nooks of words i love, people i love, little miniature paintings of things i love. will i stick to it?
|found on Pinterest ofcourse|