Recollecting a Serendipitous Art Moment

I was just working on cleaning up my computer, and I found this photo:

I was having lunch with a group of Italians at il Monazeno Ristorante a couple of years ago.  While dishing some spaghetti out for myself from the first course, I accidently dropped a couple of tomatoey noodles on the table cloth...  

...violà! The Latina Spaghetti Dancer was fortuitously born!

Cheap Thrills

"Things that Amuse Me" or "My Tribute to a Pre-Halloween Abbotsford Psycho-Type Moment"

Filmmaker/Videographer I'm not... but I can only imagine if I had iMovie (and of course some skill) ... then I might really astound my mammoth audience.

[If you believe that, then I'm sorry to disillusion you.]

Deliveries and Donations

Things to do that are part of the job...

One if by Land, Two if by Sea 36"x15"

delivered to Jenkins Showler Gallery, White Rock

Momento Espresso 18x24

delivered to Vancouver Hospice Society

Bouquet of White Flowers 24"x24"

delivered to BC Children's Hospital Foundation

My Sister Cracks Me Up

My sister and I exist in extreme polar lives... She as wife, at home with husband and 5 kids, me as artist, roaming about the planet, child-free.

I sent her the following article in jest:

Actual 1955 Good Housekeeping article.

to which she responded in semi-jest (lol):

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What is so funny about this? I do this every day for my sweet endearing darling. When he comes home I am so gay (third bullet point) that he just feels gay himself. I am just quiet and let him tell me all about his travels and exquisite 5 star restaurant gourmet dishes while I have been happily feeding 5 children frozen dinners and gaily, continually tidying the house so that I can make a nice trail to walk through.

I minimize all noise by taping my children’s mouths shut as I comb through their knotted hair and wash their faces before he arrives. Oh, but the bliss continues as I cater to him by propping up his favourite pillow behind his tired, weary head and offer to take off his shoes from a long trip. I smile as I get a cold beer from the fridge for him.

Lastly, I make sure I have put deodorant on and touch up my hair and make-up from a long day of children pulling, screaming, and joyful demands that never cease. My husband looks to me to satisfy every personal need and I am there to provide it. I am woman, joyful friend, cook, and confidant.

I do not have any needs and have been programmed by society to be a robot with no emotions or feelings. It is so wonderful and I love life as I am cheerfully wound up for a new glorious day that awaits!

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And so another day begins for us both, each on our different planets...

(Love ya 'Cheez'! xo)