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This would be lunchtime, if I were eating lunch. But I'm not. Heading home in fifty minutes to pick up the Bean.

DUDE. I think lightning just struck our building.

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Graces

Graces, originally uploaded by quennessa.

And continuing with the Classical theme.

By the way, the more observant among you will recognize the piece of fabric. At this point, we've dragged this poor thing to the beach, through the studio, through freezing water. This piece of fabric is a team player. It always shows up ready to play and has yet to fall apart!

I don't even know what the hell it's made out of. But it's pretty darn indestructible.

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Yesterday went pretty well. Pediatrician appointment for the Bean was quick and there was no waiting at the office.

As a result, I got us back before rush hour and was able to sit down to some good work. Was able to look at the last bit of edits from Ree on Strange Weather and wrote on Broken Rainbow. In BR's case, I feel like everything I'm writing is absolutely incoherent, but I've felt that way before and kept going and it's apparently made sense. I have to trust the story.

Did a bunch of other stuff and then managed to work on the painting. Which required sitting on the floor while trying to keep small hands out of acrylic glass bead medium. Bean thought that was big fun and a riot.

My girls are growing so fast. The Bean's going to be a year old in three more months. The Mouse is turning 6 this year.

Where the hell does the time go?

Moving on.

Process photos coming. I ran out of steam before hooking the cameras up.

greek fucking tragedy

My camera, the Nikon 8800, has died.

Dead.

Won't even come on.

Yeah.

If you wanna find me, I'm going to be in the kitchen, doing tequila shots.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

good things and tequila

Tequila is a gift from the gods.

My neck has stopped hurting.

Pumpkin is substantially bigger. Take my word for it. He purrs. He meows. When he's super excited and lovey, he bites noses. He's still half the size of his brothers, but he plays now. Plays. He sits on my shoulder and breathes in my ear. When I pet him now, I don't feel just bone.

He's a miracle.

The Bean has four teeth now. She smiles and laughs and follows me around everywhere.

The Mouse has been doing awesome in school and Girl Scouts. She dances and sings for her sister. She is my sunshine.

My husband is a frikken' rock star. I don't know what I would do without him.

The Ant has been awesome. I can't wait for you all to see the cover artwork she's been creating for the press.

The Mad Model loves me and keeps me going.

M & A keep me going.

So many people help keep me going. Friends. Chosen family.

The current painting is coming together. Palette knife work is incredibly enjoyable, if slow going when a mobile baby is thrown in the mix.

The last chapter of Broken Rainbow is slow going, but I'm feeling good about what I'm writing. It's been a long journey since 1996 when I started writing Strange Weather and wrote the words, "Coils and coils of blackness..."

As I edit photos from last year, I am happier and happier with the work. Really strong stuff got made last year. Strong women and strong bodies. My facility with my tools has greatly improved and I can see how far I've come.

Saturday, I'm going to go buy more canvas. I think Utrecht may still be having a sale. Smaller canvas now. I have promised myself 52 Sky Horse paintings this year. Considering how the painting is burning me up inside, I think that may be doable.

And now to quote Kate Bush, I put this moment...here.

If I haven't said it lately, I love you. Yes. You. The other stuff? Ignore it. This here?

This is what matters.

Good night.