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Read my mind. New posts every Friday (if life doesn't intervene). Paintings are like human beings. They are born as a cute little sketch, full of promise and hope, but before you know it, they're in the ugly adolescent stage — grumpy and gangly. You hope that they will grow up into well-adjusted adults, but only time will tell. One Liner No.1 Sketch(Born 12/1/14). One Liner No.1(Age 2). One Liner No.1(Age 4). One Liner No.1 (Age 6). One Liner No.1 (Age 13). Hours of painting, I sure hope so.

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Hair-Raising Thoughts: 2015-05-17

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Read my mind. New posts every Friday (if life doesn't intervene). I am taking a break from blogging. In order to complete. My novel, Barrette Girl. If all goes well, I will return in 2016. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. My Fine Art: www.cathrynmezzo.com. Children's Book: www.imnotafraidof.com. Paintings and Procrastinations: 1/23/14 thru 8/24/14. The Sidewalk photography: 3/8/13 thru 12/13/13. Hair-Raising Thoughts art: 2/8/12 thru 3/2/13. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.

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Read my mind. New posts every Friday (if life doesn't intervene). Who stepped on a crack? Step on a crack, break your mother's back.". My mother has a broken back. Vertebrae is cracked straight through resulting in 2 months of agony. Who stepped on a crack? I am one of 4 children, so someone is responsible! I used to mumble this phrase to myself as my skinny legs jumped and skipped along the concrete. Have the power to hurt my mother — the person on whom my very existence relied? View my complete profile.

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Read my mind. New posts every Friday (if life doesn't intervene). I have not completed my first. Painting. I'm stuck. The best thing is to move on to my second painting. I find it helpful to have several paintings going at once. This one is called, ". It's how I feel many times, especially when I am upset. I need time to think before I speak — something we are encouraged to do — but by the time I have considered a thoughtful response, the culprit is usually long gone. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Hair-Raising Thoughts: 2015-03-22

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Read my mind. New posts every Friday (if life doesn't intervene). It's a Dog's Life. I feel like a dog. I'm packing seven years of life into one. I can't keep up with the pace. I can't get time for my paintings. So what does an artist do when overwhelmed by a million adult responsibilities? Take a day off to visit a friend of course! And it was there, at my friend Jen's house, that I met her dog, Roxy. Jen rescued this English setter. Do you have a dog? I was struck by her giraffe-like. My Fine Art: www&...

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Hair-Raising Thoughts: 2015-03-08

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Read my mind. New posts every Friday (if life doesn't intervene). I have not completed my first. Painting. I'm stuck. The best thing is to move on to my second painting. I find it helpful to have several paintings going at once. This one is called, ". It's how I feel many times, especially when I am upset. I need time to think before I speak — something we are encouraged to do — but by the time I have considered a thoughtful response, the culprit is usually long gone. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Hair-Raising Thoughts: 2015-01-04

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Read my mind. New posts every Friday (if life doesn't intervene). I grew up since my last post. After a 6-month home renovation, a job change for my husband, parenting my 15-year-old, launching a book, hosting Thanksgiving, and quickly regrouping for Christmas, I thought I might begin a new body of artwork — my "One Liners". But a mother with a fractured spine cannot wait on line. So my lines must wait for me. I have reached the age where I'm parenting my parents. It is my work. It is my joy.

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Read my mind. New posts every Friday (if life doesn't intervene). It's a Dog's Life. I feel like a dog. I'm packing seven years of life into one. I can't keep up with the pace. I can't get time for my paintings. So what does an artist do when overwhelmed by a million adult responsibilities? Take a day off to visit a friend of course! And it was there, at my friend Jen's house, that I met her dog, Roxy. Jen rescued this English setter. Do you have a dog? I was struck by her giraffe-like. My Fine Art: www&...

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Hair-Raising Thoughts: 2015-01-11

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Read my mind. New posts every Friday (if life doesn't intervene). Lost in the Dark. I dropped my faith. In a dark room. And cannot find it. And fell to the floor. I grope in the darkness,. Dark winter days have been a fitting backdrop for world news and personal stories. This week, I watched as the world mourned deaths an ocean away, and again, I watched as friends walked behind the casket of their son. Leaping poetically with his broken leg, reminding me I must do the same. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Hair-Raising Thoughts: 2015-03-01

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Read my mind. New posts every Friday (if life doesn't intervene). Mother, May I? Do you remember playing the game, "Mother, May I? I used to play this as a child. One person was "mother" and the rest of us lined up a distance away. We would say things like, "I would like to take three giant steps. Mother, may I. Mother would then say yes. Or " no — but.you can take three baby steps.". Which involved placing your hand on your head and spinning with each step. I loved to spin. A Lot on My Mind.