11am
Ready to paint the bright blue painting I started on 5/2 while working on “Bliss.” I’m starting to use gel medium so my paints dry glossy. It’s looking cool. Bliss is having a handful of good people who you feel better after talking to them.

A word that popped out at me while reading Zechariah was plumb line, meaning a lead weight (plumb bob) hung at the end of the line (plumb line) used to determine how deep water is, or whether a wall is vertical. Not sure how the word bliss and plumb line are related yet.

Watched documentary Herb and Dorothy, famous art collectors who live in NYC. A fantastic story of a librarian and postal clerk lived off of her salary and his was used to buy art, over 4,700 pieces to date. They bought what they loved, what they could afford and what could fit in their apartment.

The silver wrapping paper is drying. Not sure what I will use on top. Black something, pen, marker. I’m not sure. At 8:20 pm LA time, I wrote an email to Jeanie. “Are you there, if you are, call me, it’s 11:20 pm your time.” I started with the micaceous iron oxide and blended it with my finger. Then with a black marker, I added some details. Added white highlights with the corrective pen. While I was working on this painting, Jeanie calls and we talked until 1 am her time. She went out with Dan for their anniversary and it was a fluke that she checked her email.

Playing with charcoal on the blue wrapping paper. Not sure where this is going but I am happy doing what I love to do. I am blessed to be able to work on my art, refine my blog, and my book. I found three great writing books yesterday and the first one I’m reading is Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott.

The painting looks like outer space, the final frontier, especially in the detail. Actually, the final frontier is what is going on inside of us. That’s what my paintings show: my inner space.

I was painting my feelings, not knowing today was Holocaust Remembrance Day. These marks are unknown, they just appeared. They may mean something but I don’t know how to find out their meaning.

You see, I want to have that happiness that bubbles from within, a flow of good feelings. I have been trying for years to feel good most of the time. I want to stay out of those negative grooves. I want to embed it inside, open up the well and let my energy flow. What is my truth? I like when I’m in the flow. I like when I have my days free to do my creativity. I like being ready to paint.

What a day! So close to working from home today. An agency in Irvine tried setting me up to work off of one of their computers but the technology wasn’t working. The next day I thought of trying my old modem, the one I use to video chat with Chloe. It would be great to figure this out.

When I was lying in bed this morning, I saw this image in my mind. At first I called it a tuning bar, but when I looked up the image online, it was a tuning fork: a small steel instrument with two prongs, which when struck sounds a certain fixed tone in perfect pitch; used as a guide in tuning instruments, in testing hearing, etc.

I have two areas in life that need to be tuned. They developed early in life and now that I painted and wrote about them, this will bring me back to hearing the perfect tone.

Dire = calling for quick action, urgent. Learning to break away from what blocks me. My painting is quieting my thoughts to help me hear the intuitive whispers.

Bog: a wet,spongy ground, characterized by decaying moss that forms peat: partly decayed, moisture absorbing plant matter used as plant covering or fuel. My thoughts are bogging me down. When they absorb into my painting and begin to decay, they are turned into fuel.