
I just made myself a proper breakfast for the first time in… maybe a year? Life is good. Time to plan a fun camping trip to a cool, mountainous, wooded spot. And continue rebuilding my physical strength. At the moment, I’m about to start a huge new watercolor that can be whatever I want it […]

This painting will be my contribution tomorrow to a fundraiser for the Oasis Women’s Mental Health Center in Birmingham, AL.

There’s some sh*t I need to release and remove from my space and consciousness , before I can let myself take a deep breath and start to splatter and smear joy.

Forty-plus years in a team-driven, deadline-critical profession, not knowing I was Autistic. Architecture was hell for me.

Your ashes; my ballast in this bewildering world
This one is haunting, but at the same time, reassuring in some way. I love it.
I’m so glad you get the reassurance part! It’s much like falling asleep, but we don’t freak out about falling asleep, lol! When we can view death as just a pause, then it becomes something we can plan for rather than freaking out about it… Then there’s that part about being separated from loved ones… Man, I have so many posts I need to put up! Thank you, Amber!