Tangled Stitch

I woke up so strong this morning, like anything is possible.   It’s a new and unique feeling; one which comes from survival.   Doing the one thing you didn’t think you could do and surviving doing it.   Now I have a lot of choices, first of them finding some gainful employment and charting a life for myself.   I still want to do it on my terms so not quite ready to do the conventional corporate thing yet.   I have faith in God and the universe that the answer is out there somewhere and hopefully with the holidays almost upon us I will sell enough of my work to keep my head above water while I wait for my marriage to end. Peter and I have finally reached the peaceful part of our marriage ending, the part where the decisions have been made and we are just waiting for it to be over.   It’s brought a kind of peacefulness to the process.   He’s moving on, I’m moving on.   We’re evolving.   I do hope for our son’s sake that we can somehow...

I know this is an art blog (or that is my intention anyway) but I am going to wax philosophically today anyway. Hope is a very important word, not just when you are in the black whole but even when you are climbing out of it. This past year has been such a year of hope and transformation. I have gone from a woman completely unaware of my talents(at least some of them anyway)to a woman who can look back and say I like who I am and I really don't care who likes me this way or not. I have a wonderful, wonderful friend Emily who is the best friend I have probably ever had in my life. She has been one of those unconditional friends who you feel you can trust with your secrets who loves you in spite of all your warts. I feel the same way about her. In the past year I have belonged to Strolling Village Artisans in Ballston Spa. I have learned so much from being around and working with such interesting talented people. Not only have I figured out that I am an artist but I have uneart...