Sacred

I started this painting yesterday with the intention of being able to donate to an organization supporting the efforts at Standing Rock. I kept thinking of those who were working so hard to protect what is theirs and all of their ancestors and descendants supporting them with light and love. I was almost finished when I heard that the pipeline was halted. I had an initial excitement that settled into discomfort about just how long the cessation would last.

So continuing with my fundraising efforts, I'm going to contribute $5 to the ACLU (which has been and will continue supporting the efforts at Standing Rock) for every print of this painting that is sold. They are available here. The original of this painting may be purchased at the link below.

"Sacred"

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Catching some Dreams

I hardly ever win anything.  Really, it's quite rare.  But recently I won two totally different, totally amazing online art classes...one that focuses on dreams and the other is a season pass to a bunch of different awesome classes.  I'm so honored and excited!!  You'll likely see some changes in my upcoming pieces as I dive into trying new things, thinking new thoughts, and exploring new mediums.

OK, so what's funny is that ever since the dream class went live, I've been remembering my dreams.  Usually I wake up, go about my day, and am unfazed by my dream life.  But these days I wake up conscious of what I've dreamt, more often than not.

And, by golly, they've mostly been about school.  Just like when I was a kid.  And, by George, they've mostly been about forgetting something or getting something terribly wrong.  Really like when I was a kid.  Only adult style...as in, "I'm the teacher now."  Here's a taste.  Note:  please only send me your interpretations if you think my dreams indicate that I'm brilliant, amazing, and wonderful.  None of that crazy lady stuff, deal?


• My former student was actually my age, but still looked four-years-old, and I had to give her a ride to San Antonio because her feet wouldn't reach the pedals.

• My classroom was actually in a basement, with no supplies, steam hissing from pipes above, and parents dropping their children off seemingly unconcerned.

• Oh, and yes I did wear my pajamas to school.  Not traumatic at all, just comfy, thank you very much.


Excited to see what tonight will bring!

NFS

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