A messy wooden dining table littered with paint bottles, brushes, and empty wine glass, and a murky jar of rinse water. Several pastel colored clothespins hold red Tshirts stretched over cardboard (visible only where it peaks out from under the collar). On the t-shirts are painted tattoo-style roses with glamorous faces sporting very snobby faces inspired by drag queens or Bratz dolls. Thick, pouting lips and heavy lidded eyes with exaggerated eyelashes are sprinkled with glitter, as the roses give hard side-eye. The leaves below the roses are positioned to look like the hands of someone who is in the middle of putting you in your place.

My youngest was cast as the Red Queen in Alice in Wonderland at school. So I’m pitching in to help with the costumes for the snobby flowers, they’ve asked me to paint their tshirts to show which flower they’re playing. I got the roses done, 8 more shirts to go!

Peach blossoms from my urban food forest (aka my front yard)

Look up Claudia and Karina who ran last year for the PSL

Visiting my in-laws in southern Maryland. Mornings on this porch overlooking Breton Bay are incredible. Two osprey sit patiently in the trees overlooking the water, while a flock of easily over 100 ducks or fowl of some kind have their morning promenade. I can hear a giant woodpecker somewhere.

Like, when you saw them you would throw food toward them? And that didn’t scare them away?

This book was so inspiring as well. It is easy enough to imagine the downfall of this society as it crumbles around us, but to imagine something better- something we could aim for, to replace this one with. Possibilities.

My kiddo is starting to get very excited about our Scottish heritage, where might I find a copy?

Ive been wondering how to befriend a crow! Like how did you initiate?

Good mornin.

Omg I saw this rose on my feed and I was like “holy shit this could have been the reference for that tattoo I liked yesterday!” (Scrolls down) “ahhh yes!”

As a mom, can confirm. My youngest tells me mystical stuff all the time and I completely base my unseen, un-provable reality around it.

Wow!!! Such smooth gradients! Excellent work

Great start to this piece today! I loved this clients approach- he didn’t know what he wanted, just where it was going and what he wanted it to symbolize and we brainstormed this whole piece together.

A general sense of unease has been upon me all morning- but a few moments puttering around in the garden, and seeing the bees awake and busy assures me that I am of earth, and to earth one day I may return. But not yet. Not yet.

Oh wow!!! That’s so gorgeous

Anything by Ghost

Anyway what does this have to do with neuro-feedback? My brain did not interpret a room full of strangers suddenly laughing at me as a threat. My trauma response was not activated. I felt safe, and confident. I take this as evidence that something is going right. Thanks for coming to my TED talk

As a woman almost covered in tattoos (there is still some blank canvas there), tattoos being a pricey investment, I know this is how some folks might see me. It’s funny to me to own that. And I guess it’s funny to others too!

I could have been mortified to find myself suddenly at the center of their attention unintentionally. I hadn’t spoken loudly enough to cover all the noise. I could have taken their laughter as confirmation of my disingenuous self-deprecation (I don’t really think myself refuse). But I felt safe.

I could have felt like Blackbeard at the party of French aristocrats suddenly realizing what passive aggression means (OFMD reference), feeling myself an object of ridicule. But instead I stayed open, and found myself surrounded by a group of folks who were both kind and interesting. Rare treasure.

Strange, smiling faces that I hadn’t realized were paying attention to me until that moment, as I hadn’t noticed a lull in any of the chatter as I spoke. And I still felt safe. Surprised, but safe.

The child I was speaking to said, “I like your purse.” So I said, “Thanks. It expressed my personality. Very fancy trash.” And several people around the porch laughed. In fact, and it took me a moment to register this, but the whole porch laughed. I looked around to a sea of faces pointed at me.

I only (I think) a normal amount of nervous for the occasion, knowing no one, but soon I was socializing with relative ease. Big win already. I was on the porch having a conversation with a parent and child, several other groups of people scattered around, in their own conversations.

My daughter was invited to a wedding reception, and it was far enough from home it didn’t seem worth it to me to just drop her off and come back. Even though I had never met a single person who would be there, I got dressed up and came along, my new favorite accessory dangling from my shoulder.

I’ve been doing neuro-feedback training to help with anxiety, depression, difficulty understanding peoples meaning and intentions in communication, memory loss, and adhd symptoms. This weekend I had an experience that assured me of my progress, and this trash can purse was the catalyst. A thread.

Mosaic graffiti spotted near the James today. Up close it was very hard to read

Love that movie! Where is our V? We sorely need him

Trash panda in a trash band
#raccoon #tattoo #trashband #washboard #illustrativetattoo

Incredible !

I am the wheel that always falls off