Crowley wanted to go with us to pick up Fox from college this weekend past. He did not get his wish but he sure looked cute trying. He’s a year old. Adorable little black cat.

Anger Embodied. An androgynous figure embodies my righteous anger. The Shadow is not my foe, but a source of my strength. Integration of our shadow is our sacred duty said Dr. Jung. Now I understand why.

Very high contrast black and white photo of a shorthaired tabby kitten on an ottoman. The kitten is sitting up and almost looks like it is glowing because it’s bathed in an intense sunbeam.

Luminous baby. Photo from my collection, handwriting on it says “My Eddie’s kitten ‘49”.

We have coral fungus in the US too. Lots of them in Ohio are purple. Those pink ones are gorgeous!

Reporting for duty, Captain Sulu!

Pretty!

I swear, some folks are the sorest damn winners I ever did see.

Thank you!

Thank you!

Detail from the small collage I did yesterday. I finally remembered how to do it and got the right pieces of watercolor paintings on handmade paper to combine. You can see a sliver of them on the far left—and on the lower right is a changeling I painted in acrylic right on the background.

I love that album. I listen to it all the time.

Thank you, Lorrie!

Happy to be here!

Thank you, Mike!

Thank you, Jeannie!!!!

Struggling to return to art—-it’s like pulling my own teeth with no anesthesia . Sounds dramatic, but it’s true—or it feels true. Anxiety causes headaches. But—-I am working on a collage. Letting the layers dry. The tiny painting below is a separate piece I did before the election. Watercolor.

Only you get to call me Babs.

Siamese cat sitting on cluttered art studio worktable.

My first post—and it must be a pic of one of my cats. He’s King, named for a character from The Owl House. He’s about 18 months old, and is very much a mamma’s boy.