vanespionage

Got myself back down to the sunny south, y'all. The tea is still sweet, mountains cool, mosquitoes voracious. I am readjusting to the crazy weather here and loving it. Oh, the things we have learned. It is worse to be followed by a puppy dog than a doggy dog. People are the same everywhere. A good book can scar you for life.     I still think of The Wasp Factory far too frequently. That one scene, man. It's worse than any Close To the Knives. Today is a good day. Today is already folded in half and consuming itself. It's a good day for a restaurant that smells of freshly baked bread.

Hello, How are you? Missed you. In the past 12 months, not much artt,I have made no time. A few photos will be posted. I was in a disgusting "all is vanity" funk for several months, ending one week ago. I read something about multiple parallel universes and it got me thinking about the dreams I have and that about angels and God, and then the shape of the universe. Now a melding of God, Faith and Physics, have my head in a spin. Would love to start that conversation with an intelligent person. Would love to meet people, and have friends again. In this situation I see so little of people. Wat does it mean to be an "Intuitive"? There are

Hello. My last Journal entry here was in August. I had just finished my first bad-ass acrylic painting. Since then I have collaborated on about twelve different paintings- acrylic and mixed-media/collage, with three local artists and two Very special men out of Texas. I'm in love with one of these men, possibly both. Our new roommate is an amazingly creative chef who can make lasting magic of my meager pantry. A loveable, blues-singing bass-playing 50-year-old kid. There's music and cool people and good stories and camaraderie and sharing of intimacy all around. We're having fun. We're safe. I'm growing and learning and becoming a better per