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Florence, Remembered
Dec. 2nd, 2009 10:04 amTwo years ago, today, Ming, my little cat died.
Two years ago, today, I was in Florence, Italy, at a packed party of nothing but fellow artists, all brought to that one city to show and celebrate their art. I was the youngest person in the room. I had walked too far my first day. I was frozen by the cold, having grown to acclimated to a Southern California idea of winter. I kept having my wine glass filled by fascinating people, both literally and figuratively. I signed my first Biennale book for the hostess of the party and marvelled again at seeing my work represented that way.
Last year, was awful and wonderful. It was our last December in the old house. I was just pregnant and sick as a dog. I was still reeling from the destruction of my work life with the asshole. I'd just been scammed out of over $3000 by someone claiming that they wanted to buy two of my paintings, on top of having gone four months that year with no income.
So much has happened these last two years. The whiplash is enough to floor me.
From Florence to nearly destitute in one year. But we survived. I survived. We had help and chosen family that didn't let us fall.
Yes, Virginia, there absolutely is a Santa Claus. He lives in the hearts of everyone I know.
Yes.
Two years ago, today, I was in Florence, Italy, at a packed party of nothing but fellow artists, all brought to that one city to show and celebrate their art. I was the youngest person in the room. I had walked too far my first day. I was frozen by the cold, having grown to acclimated to a Southern California idea of winter. I kept having my wine glass filled by fascinating people, both literally and figuratively. I signed my first Biennale book for the hostess of the party and marvelled again at seeing my work represented that way.
Last year, was awful and wonderful. It was our last December in the old house. I was just pregnant and sick as a dog. I was still reeling from the destruction of my work life with the asshole. I'd just been scammed out of over $3000 by someone claiming that they wanted to buy two of my paintings, on top of having gone four months that year with no income.
So much has happened these last two years. The whiplash is enough to floor me.
From Florence to nearly destitute in one year. But we survived. I survived. We had help and chosen family that didn't let us fall.
Yes, Virginia, there absolutely is a Santa Claus. He lives in the hearts of everyone I know.
Yes.
