Mon is very old and sick so we took her to the vet. They said mostly “she is old” and then billed us. If you could purchase and it share this print with other, that would be a big help. My dog baby is 15.
We now have two kittens to add to our family of Alec, Mon the dog and me.
The two baby cats are not yet friends. Time will fix that.
Mon loves everyone. Mochi and Miles are at war.
Mochi loves Mon.
In the myst of all these things i have been painting but not close to as much as I would love to. So I have to find my focus again and be the best I can.
Truth be told, I’m running on empty. I found so much in making sure everyone is ok that I stopped “mind painting.” I have spent so much of my time making a gallery of unmade paintings inside my head most of my life and now ..little bits jump out. Maybe my style wants to evolve again? I don’t know how it will or could but it is a beast that does whatever it wants. My big hope is to reach my madness again before I crack.
Friends of friends of friends of lovers. The empty is the moment the bag hits the floor and the door closes to the night. Hard pressed to see more than the seconds of running, smiling and the little deaths. Teens on Halloween, the parties, the drugs, the troubles and the makeup on banisters. Midsize red and white finger paint on lips and clothings.
Her smirk is the open books that say everything and then nothing all at once. Her costume is the run on sentence of the mind’s eye.
Mars the phenomenal.
Little of me remembers that years smells but the touch of the cold on the tops of my arms is an unshakeable souls shiver. The parts that make all I run into mentally a cliff edge.
She is done with the cone of shame. Never seen that old dog so happy. For those who don’t know, Mon stepped on a nail and had the be coned for it to heal. 2 weeks have gone by. She is running and jumping and playing. It is very sweet.
I picked her up 12 years ago and she has been at my hip ever since.