I hate lossing my internet... makes for regular updating of my blog a wee bit difficult. 

I am having a  busy busy couple weeks.  I am in the process of moving - which everyone knows is fun.  And I have a couple art shows to attend in October. 

There is the PINK Show at the Chris Sorenson Gallery on Oct. 1st - where I will be hanging one painting.  That would be the Passion Pulse painting which is a pink and purple bold flower. 

And I am very excited about the Metro arthop at Boba Fusion on the third Thursday October 15th.  I will be hanging SIX paintings from my Midnight Madness series. 

I will post pics of the completed paintings later... but for now... here are some of the work in progress pics.

So for those of you locally... if you want to see the completed works... you can come to my show.  But I will post those pics after the show.

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I love that moment of sleep, right where you are just drifting.. not even quite semiconscious, but a hairs breathe away from being completely asleep. You stop thinking in words and images take over. In my daily life, I may file away images, such as magazine clippings that I cut out and save for some future collage project, or a piece of inspiration for a painting. I have these hundreds of little clippings kinda-sorta organized and separated by general categories such as "work", "Inspiration" "nudes" "mental case" "struggle" "live life", etc. Left overs from working in an office, everything has to have its label, its little file that it belongs to.

But when I am in that glorious place, that place where all the words stop, all the lists fall away and the images take over... that place where I seem to drift away, physically and consciously, then something delicious happens. All those little "mental" files that I keep open up.. and all the thoughts and images in my mind let go... and its as if those little clippings just float out of the files and folders and labeled little boxes and they just hang in the air.... the mix and mingle and drift this way and that way and INSPIRATION is born. Suddenly I see two images together that I never associated together before. A little "ZING" is sent through all the little nerves in my body and I swear a rush of adrenaline surges through me and I can't BELIEVE I never saw that before" and sometimes it completely wakes me up and I have to jump up and write it down - because these little drifty dreams are fickle and fades like mist in the morning light. I wake remembering that I saw something spectacular and can no longer remember, like that important urgent word at the tip of your tongue.

Before I could never focus on these drifty dreams. Always too stressed about the fact that I had to do a million things tomorrow.. had to get enough sleep so I wouldn't be late for that ever so urgent 8 o'clock time clock because the world stops turning if your not there by 8 o'clock sharp..... going through the various lists in my head over and over and over and then having to go through them again because I missed something or didn't recite it in the right order so I start the list again and again...have to get enough sleep, what time is it? Oh no, only *** more hours left to sleep so I can get to work on time... what time is it? Only ** more hours to go.. oh god, only * hours to go.... I'm going to be miserable tomorrow.. I'm going to not be able to concentrate.. I'm going to make mistakes, I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job...

Words words words. There was no room for the images and expressions. My life was about labels, timeclocks, deadlines, file folders and cc memos and covering your ass. Power words, politics, bickering ladder climbing promotion seeking supervisors and mandatory pot lucks for people you would never choose to spend your lunch with if you had a real choice.

Now that I don't have to worry about having that dead set the world will end tomorrow if I am a whopping 10 minutes late..... I can RELAX into sleep. I can let my mind drift and the images that I could never see through the stress induced haze come to me in whispers and caresses. Speaking to me in floaty voices only I can hear..... till I paint them in the light of day.