healing
I woke up to a throbbing in my knee I couldn't ignore. I relctuantly took a full Extra Strength Tylenol and texted my friend to let her know I sadly would not be able to make it to her birthday celebration today. As much as I really want
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This is one of those pieces that told me where it wanted to go. It doesn't feel quite finished ... but I don't know what it wants next either. The figure was challenging to draw. Partially because I started it when the drug effects were still strong,
healing
1 week! Last week at this time, I would be at home post surgery, weakly hugging a blue plastic I couldn't stop vomitting in. Now, I have returned home from the doctor's who trimmed my sutures and I'm furiously writing on my blog while
The first time I recall pondering about my identity was when I was 5. At that time, i didn't know the word "identity" but I remember wondering what made me ME, and how that differentiated from others... my sibling(s), other kids, adults, animals. I recognized
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I overdid it yesterday. And I felt it today. I had to pop half a Tylenol Extra Strength this morning and felt pretty heavy mentally and sore physically today. But that didn't stop me from calling my kinesio to ask if we can find a way for me
art
Lately I've been asking myself "What do I want my art to do?". I create art because I need to...which is the classic artist answer. It speaks for me when I can't. It shows me what's in me when I don&
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I ended popping 250 mg of Tylenol last night as my knee was pretty sore from the movement. I tend to be a go-getter and am eager to get back up and going so I'll need to keep my gusto in check to not accelerate too quickly. I
I've made some ceramic fortune cookies that I've decided to put for sale and have the profits be split between to two organizations - Atira and Crisis Centre BC. I've been wanting to find ways to contribute to causes that are meaningful to me.
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Above is what my leg looks like under the bandages. There’s a medium sized blood blister on the left under the bandages. I try not to poke at it too much. The surgeon’s graffiti tag on my leg reminds me that humans did this work. How wild is
I don’t do much digital art. I prefer the visceral flow of tangible mediums. But since I’m restricted in my movement and stance by my recent surgery, now’s the time to try new ways of working. This is a sketch of my next piece/series. A rough
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25321 Waves thrashing, The storm was roaring And I was in the thick of it. I’ve lost my board . My limbs weak without air It wasn’t that that I gave him into the fight But as I’ve learn learned in the martial arts of living, And training
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I never really asked why. My mama told me that’s just what I had to do. That’s what all of us, especially those who are not grown men, had to do. She would say it like it was a fact of life as true as gravity and the