Slapstick 12/20/17

Of late my art practice has held too many wild sweeping swaths of uncertainty and precious few sweet slim passages of contentment.

Whenever I catch myself falling into constraining/draining self-talk of any kind—and I'm so grateful when I do, I stop to drop my shoulders, relax my forehead, invite my tight jaw to go slack.

Breathe deeply.

Inch my way back to trusting trusting trusting.

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More treasure hunting today. Or, perhaps better stated, more searching for missing persons.

Found one!

Amused by the Absurdity
4x5"; acrylic, India ink, collage, and wax pastels on paper
abstract
2017