
Santa Fe, New Mexico

Santa Fe, New Mexico

“Holding it Together”
As I look through the Daily Post for Writing 201….
I have come across the following quote.. Somehow it hit home with me, maybe because growing up in our household, art was not an option, or maybe because I’m such a rebel. I don’t even remember bringing art up, it was so not an option! I never had the nerve or inclination to be gay, but as a child, I was a pretty good artist, and quite creative. Somehow that creativity was watered down, and pretty soon I found myself involved with a family, kids, and didn’t even have the time, or energy to look back.
Sadly it took me years to find myself, only to get lost in the teenage revolution. Amazingly, I survived three kids going through their teenage years without many headaches, or meltdowns!
Eventually, freeing myself after the kids left home to find my heart was in my art once again. I’m still finding art, and still looking for myself in the way I paint, and express myself. I think that’s called growing? They say it’s the journey, not the destination, and it’s an interesting journey at that!
“If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
A Man Without a Country
This quote was taken from the Daily Post, and written by Kurt Vonnegut
In taking this two-week class I have discovered new ideas, some I have implemented, some were already in place. I’m still learning, and making an effort to create a blog that is interesting, and full of great content. I love to write, but I love painting and creating as well. I’m getting my mojo back, and starting to create more often. It is on my mind constantly now, and each thing I do during the day, or experience I have, my mind goes to how can I relate that to a painting! This is what creating is about, weather we are a writer, a musician, a painter, or wherever our creating process is……
Have a beautiful day full of ideas, and lots of creating!

A few years ago I decided to have a fall party. Not wanting to be like everyone else, I decided to make the theme “Dia de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead!” But being a white girl, and having many friends who didn’t understand this theme, only my “Artsie Fartsie” friends showed up. They really get me!

I did this for a few years, and still, only my “Artsie Fartsie” friends showed up, with few exceptions.

So today I’m going to post some of the skulls I created for these parties.

They were fun to do, and though time-consuming, it felt really good to complete some dozen or more skulls.

I think we had four large, and ten or twelve small skulls……..

All decorated differently.

I hoped you had fun seeing a different kind of artwork, and that it will give you some inspiration to create something outside the box.
Note: Outside the box probably depends on where you live, and what you already create!

Good Morning Sunshine
As I look for new themes, I’m also considering a name change. This is a huge step, and one I’m not sure I want to take.
There are so many themes, names, colors, text styles, and fonts. could this be more than I’m willing to take on, or even have time to take on?
Am I crazy? Why change something that is working? The question is…..Is it working, or could it be better? We all want to be the best we can be, so if it could be better, why not?
A lot of questions without any answers. Or are the answers to be revealed? Maybe I should consult some trusted friends. Someone who will be honest, and tell it like it is!
Ok, so all my trusted friends (you know who you are), would you please weigh in on this…….

Clouds of Taos, NM

Frances Louise
My mother was an only child, raised by her mother and grandmother.
During the depression, money was tight, my grandma, and my great-grandmother had to work long hours to make ends meet.
Mom being a latchkey kid, and spending so much time alone, developed an amazing imagination. That and her dry sense of humor made us always question…fact or fiction!
When mother graduated from high school, she worked in a department store. This helped pay for clothes , and anything else she had to have s a young girl spreading her wings.

Mom, and dad met at a dance, and slowly the romance began. It was a match made in heaven. Dad a business man with General Motors, mom a beautiful young woman dreaming of her prince charming. Some say she made a great Trophy Wife! I’m not sure that was a compliment, but I’m going to take it that way!
They married on Friday the 13th, in December of 1941, and always insisted it was good luck for them. Their marriage was a good one, and they accomplished many things during their fifty-two years. Dad always told me he hoped my kids would bring me every bit as much happiness as we had brought him. As I looked back, I don’t think he meant that in a good way. We did give them grief from time to time, and both of them being only children, they didn’t always handle it well!

Mother was much more calm about things even though she didn’t have any siblings herself. She wanted a family and I have to say she handled all the chaos quite well.
Mom had stories, many stories, and we could never tell if they were true or her imagination. I always encouraged her to write, but she didn’t have any interest in putting anything into words on paper, so her stories go untold.
Except for this one…
My grandmother remarried when Mother was around fifteen, and during the reception someone needed to go to the market to get something for the party so Mother rode along. On this day it was raining, and on the way home the Model T she was riding in skidded off the road, and down an embankment landing upside down in the middle of a stream. This sounded terrifying to us as kids, but it gets better! The stream was reportedly not just full of water, and moving fast, but Mother could hear the rescuers shouting to get them out of the water quickly as there were snakes in the stream. A terrifying thing to have happen, and one would have thought both Mom and the driver would have ended up in the hospital, but not so. They were retrieved out of the water and sent home. Mom said she was covered in blood as she had hit her mouth on the dashboard. Her mother was horrified, but after checking her over, left on her honeymoon anyway.
Fack or Fiction?

This is how I know Mom!
We’ll never know, but my kids were told the same story without deviation, so collectively we agreed it must have been true. We just can’t even imagine something like that happening, and not going to emergency. I guess we’ve come quite for in the last seventy-five years or so… It was a good story, and there were lots of them,one of these days I’ll remember some more.
Thank you for stopping to read my story, see you soon……
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