Wed. 9/8/10
Started a painting but didn’t write. I remember what I was thinking while working on this. The pose was casual for a woman. Her legs were comfortable and she wanted to give away what she was holding.

Sun. 9/12/10
Didn’t paint yesterday, even though I had everything set up. It just doesn’t flow when I’m not alone. Funny-strange how all those years I spent my evenings and weekends alone, sitting bug-eyed watching TV.

Colloquial: 1. conversational 2. words, phrases of informal speech and writing. The word colloquial came up when I was looking at “Abbreviations and Symbols used in this dictionary.” I like the meaning of this word. It describes me, conversational and informal.

Sun. 9/12/10
Watching “Pay It Forward” with Jim Caviezel. “It requires an extreme faith.” (If you haven’t seen this movie, rent it.) Some parts of the painting are still wet. I’ll use white paint to continue the dots. This feels like a self-portrait.

8/15/10
The base started in Payne’s Gray looks like an eye. During an art class at UCLA Extension a few years ago, I had an eye in my painting and the teacher said it’s typical of a beginner artist to put an eye in her work, as if she was trying to see herself. A woman in class needed a translator to type out on computer what was said because she was deaf and mute. I didn’t finish the class because the teacher would leave for forty-five minutes at a time.

My painting looks like an ameba (amoeba in general use) with tendrils reaching out and gathering energy from somewhere. It represents my open tendrils gathering information.

8/14/10
Started this painting with a light pink and green base. The words Rose Angel came to mind. It’s perfect weather here: a slight cool breeze, enough to wear a sweatshirt. I hear a new bird chirping interrupted by the truck beeping, airplane flying overhead, car whizzing by followed by a motorcycle. Then I hear the leaves blowing in the wind. Rose Angel is a beautiful flower with a nice aroma. Be careful how you touch it, you may get pricked. The flower is often planted in front of a ground window to ward off would-be burglars. They can’t get to the window with all those sharp thorns. This Angel surrounds me with sharp thorns. Lots of memories are flashing in my mind and making me smile. A former friend who gave my phone number to a guy she met at a park (what was she thinking?), meeting a bunch of people at Isle View park in Tonawanda, running into a guy I knew at Delaware Park, a baseball game, and Chippewa St., all within a short time frame. (strange how a park is the theme here).

The Rose Angel (Archangel Barachiel) is called on when lightening strikes. He carries a rose.

8/9/10
I am healing family relationships within me. I have come to accept that it is difficult for people to see eye to eye, especially in family interactions. There are many dynamics going on inside others that when you confront a family member about how you have been feeling, it may backfire. When you deal with relationship issues within yourself, the other person doesn’t have a clue what happened, they just know you are getting along better. I changed the negative belief about a family member to a positive one.

The word Vesper came to mind and I didn’t even know that was a word. Originally meaning: evening star, also evening prayer. I need to trust myself that I am doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing. Psalm 119:164 “Seven times a day I praise you for your righteous laws.” As I add metallic rose to the white edges, that stirs something inside of me. When I feel the tingling, I know something is healing. The way I apply the paint makes a difference. Going up and down did not feel right but left to right was the way.

8/9/10
I’m having to be positive, polite, courteous, tolerant, clean, frugal, creative, adventurous, content, helpful, resourceful. Every chance I have an hour or two I paint. I could fall asleep right now but I want to draw on my painting. The weirdest ring tone keeps going on and on. I’m moving ahead, getting things done. I’m asking for help.

Now I’m ready for a new painting. I want to work on envy. I had very little paint left. I may use Payne’s Gray as a base with white metallic areas.

People are envious because they want what others have. I bit my sister when I was three, hard enough to make her bleed. Boy did I get in trouble. You’re not supposed to bite anyone. That is bad. But I bit her to defend myself. This painting helped me find the belief created at that time and memorize a new one.

Roy just got home and he’s making himself a latte. I can’t have them anymore; they really bother my stomach. So, I’m starting a new painting to use up the paints in the palette. All sorts of thoughts came up while painting.

2pm
Just got home from Dr. Graff-Radford. He gave me lots of exercises to do, some with an icy spray.

Cooking beets for my salad: Trader Joe’s herb salad, two scoops of chicken salad from Pavillions, drizzled a little Ken’s Raspberry Walnut Lite Dressing. It’s covered with Saran Wrap so the fruit flies don’t get at it. It needs to be room temperature so my teeth don’t hurt so much when I chew. The pink color in the painting is beet juice. I grabbed an end of a beet and spread it around. It’s a beautiful deep pink color. On Tuesday, I went to Dr. Graff-Radford. He thinks my nerves are turned on all the way. He didn’t see much wrong with my teeth from the x-rays.

As I was painting yesterday, I thought to design an ad for a great fashion icon for my portfolio. Versace came to mind. For the background, I used my painting from 6/28/10. The curves of the rings leads your eye to the logo.