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Dotty Wassily Kandinsky, #2: Something Old, Something New
Milky Way The whisper of my milk in the night is the shout of wintermelt spraying, splashing down a mountain. Meg’s fine bone-china jaw compresses, tiny tongue tugs my breast. Sweet and sure. I feed her. She fills me. Her satin foot dances upside down on my cheek, static sparking. By this night light I Continue reading
My Story
In 2014, I grab an unexpected opportunity to paint.
To make art.
I get hooked.
In 2015 I start a blog—a diary of my life as an artist.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
My compass points: bust through fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
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