when all hope is lost…

remember that flowers can rise out of a wasteland. having depression is akin to drowning on the inside. reach for anything that can make it better, even if it is just a movie…so you can remember what it feels like to be the original you. a glimpse of the happier you will help you put…

i share my balcony with the cats

i lost my garden when i moved out of the house. this shelf contains many of the things i kept in my art studio. there is a brown bear, a glow-in-the-dark alien, a yellow bird, Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, a wild thing, spiderman birdhouse, star of David-can you see them? and tons of white rabbits…

water bonds with itself

perfectly captured on my Hosta (well it was mine, but i’ve moved on, quite happily) me & water made the painting above

iPhone in my back pocket

i have a broken pelvis…it healed cockeyed, so like a car with a broken axil, i have no straight lines any where. i cannot carry a bag, it hurts. point? i have one- i bought a man’s wallet phone case for my iPhone. & put in my back pocket of my jeans (no back pocket,…