I allocated time to paint last Friday, but did I?
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Dropping Out
Slowly, or not so slowly, all my potential doctors are dropping out of the race. I don’t know which gorilla’s hands I’m going to be in the care of now, and it’s such an icky feeling. And when it will be? And where? I also don’t know how I’ll pay for it. Mana from the sky? Truthfully, I feel like I’m standing naked in the cold rain, and people are throwing rotten fruit at me.
Continue readingHow Not to Get into a Gallery
I don’t think I was quite 20 years old when I “hit the pavement.” I had no clue as to how to get into a gallery. Completely ignorant, I walked all over Los Angeles to each gallery, door to door, annoying everyone in my path.
Continue readingNesting, They Call It.
Gemma waits patiently for Michael to return with an early dinner. Little does she know that none of it’s for her.
