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I live divided

I live in downtown Vallejo, California, but I spend my non-workdays with Matt at his place outside of Lodi. CA. The two houses are over an hour apart so I do a fair bit of driving every week.

I drive up from sea level, over the hills through Suisun City, across multiple bridges over branches of the Sacramento river delta, and over to the central valley, where my heart waits for me in Woodbridge.

I am completely comfortable there. I just miss my stuff, and Emily. Matt’s cat, Katita, doesn’t like Emily at all (which is strange, because Emily is perfect) but we cut her some slack as she is partly blind and extremely set in her ways. It’s her house, ya know…

So, as I split my time, I’ve realized that I paint on the weekends, but all my paints/supplies (except what I carry on my Art Bag) are at my place, where I stay during the work week.

My Art Bag

Thus, I am packing 2 storage bins of supplies to take to Woodbridge tomorrow night.

I’ve made a list so I can have what I need without bringing extraneous items I don’t need to use right away.

Ex: Bringing paint/canvas/stencils but not all the stuff to make candles…

This feels a bit odd to me, moving in with him in increments, but we do what we can until I get to move in for good and all.

I have been drawing, but I’ve done little art lately otherwise, but I plan to get back into it on this upcoming 3day weekend.

I want to paint her
Halloween is coming!
Seeing.

Other than all of the above, I am well and healing from my bicycle wreck 2.5 weeks ago. I have a scar to talk about…

Emily is doing well…she is the queen of my bedroom, where she stays for the most part. She’s not particularly interested in my roommates, so only comes out when they are gone or sleeping.

She generally wants to be alone…

I have dear friends dealing with a myriad of issues and complexities in this crazy world right now and I’m doing my best to be there, available, for them. Meanwhile, I have been digging into some heavier traumas in my life and working through even part of them is exhausting but important to me.

I want to live my life free of the weight of these things in my past. I refuse to bury the past, as the feelings can jump out at me, appearing without warning, scaring everyone.

My mental health issues are mine, but I am able to be pretty open about it all because I generally do a superb job of keeping it all to myself. The ability to share my feelings with folks I trust is paramount to my progress.

I have a Therapist, Psychiatrist, medical team, loving friends and stellar family to talk to about all of this, and when I feel the downs, I avail myself upon them.

I am blessed and lucky.

I’ll post more art as I make it, and I’ll post my video tutorial from work as soon as it is edited.

PLEASE VOTE!!!

April showers…

I spent 2 Saturdays mornings in April at the same place: Moschetti’s

It’s a local coffee roaster that has free coffee tastings every good Saturday, and Such. Great. Coffee.

It’s a great place to meet up with other local folks, maybe check out some art & crafts from vendors…

For me, it’s a great place to hang out, and ART my face off!

I’m working on Journal 52 2018 (I’m always behind, but I do like the prompts fromEffy for J52)…

I’m currently finishing up my postcards for iHanna’s Spring swap

These are this year’s models…extra long cards and a set of kid’s stencils got me started this year…

I played with paint…at the time, EVERYBODY was just pie-eyed about quinacridone nickel azo gold, so…

I had fun with more washi tape than any one person will ever need…really…

And gel pens…

And paint pens…

Pitt brush pens…

Magazine clippings…

Ink…

More gel pens…

Time & travel…

And a TINY bit of attitude…

I’m sending these in tomorrow’s mail…2 for Canada, one for Denmark, and the rest in the states, but none in California (where I am).

Truly, iHanna is GOOD…

Where I paint:

I have a room full of art supplies, but my art table is in my living room. There is more room out here, I listen to music while I make the art, and the cats are more comfortable out here.

I spent a few hours today, cleaning up just this area:

3.

Hours.

To transform the space to THIS:

Yep.

No difference, you say?

Nah.

Cleaner is cleaner, even if it doesn’t show in the photos…

I’m off to paint in that big stack of books…