Happy Valentines day to those reading here

Some love in the mail from art pal, Karenann Young

My damaged valentine is nearly finished, I wonder how many damaged Valentines will be woeful tomorrow or this the eve of all hearts day~~I’m rather joyous since me dad’s corazon is thump thumping healthily along.

Need to articulate the black pomegranates and work into the background for added depth and texture and debating about some more shadow/highlights in the hair.

I was, eep, a bit spoiled on Valentines day. And quite bummed that the gift I ordered for my hub still hasn’t arrived! very bad!!!!

early in the day love came from my brother in the form of chocolate covered strawberries, oh my. so sweet.

and a little later these beautiful roses from my hub, so colorful and happy inducing.

its good to be loved! I know a lot of people hate valentines day, but it really doesn’t have to be commercial, a person can write a poem (free!) or bake a treat (heart shaped cookies), or make a card or do a favor, or make a meal, there are so many ways to show love!

My friend Quin almost made it over earlier in the week to help make valentine cookies I wanted to send some to the grand kidlets but we both just got side tracked, delayed and tired we tried to get together and make cookies before the Christmas holiday as well and the same thing happened. LOL, so now I am thinking about getting together for the st patricks day holiday and making four leaf clover cookies! ha, anyway you look at it, we are baking a lot of cookies in our mind!

I know this isn’t art or about art but art and life do overlap and intertwine. Gratititudes make everything better.

Speaking of gratitudes (yes I made that word up) I am very grateful for the art lovers in my world and I sent valentine cards to only a small portion of my mailing list, I just plain ran of time, so don’t be surprised if you get a belated valentine, I figure its never to late to spread the love.

I’m determined to get some art made today or started or finished, (like cookies, I have made a lot of art in my mind !)

have a great day reader of tricia blog.

If you don’t have a true love or a “sweet heart” you have someone to love! Put the love out there so it will come back to you tri fold! love has wings!

My hub has a nick name that he calls me its “Bucket” short, for “love bucket”, I’m spilling my bucket full of heart right into your lap!

Hope your day is touched by love and good food!!

UPDATE: we had a beautiful quiet Thanksgiving with my bro and his lady. I was immensely pleased with how the turkey turned out and my perfect gravy, (the first time ever!) not a lump in sight!! Her a little glimpse:

RIP our beloved pug, you brought us great joy and so much love.

after a terrify night and morning we decided our puggie needed peace. His symptoms became progressively worse since Saturday with more frequent and longer lasting seizures, with apparent intermittent blindness, staring out into space, continuous labored breathing, and no recovery in between bouts. He was so disoriented, collapsing and circleing and he couldn’t stand up to urinate and I really could not bear to see him suffer any longer. We did everything we could think of to comfort him and help him.

He was the sweetest pug of our three. The youngest and the most playful, he would nudge and nudge our other two puglets to play, full of hyper energy he would pace and jump in and out of the step into our pool. He was very obedient and friendly to other dogs. He loved my hub much more than me! it seemed he bonded completely with him when he rescued him and drove him home from the Bay area. If my hub went to hug me or kiss me he would go crazy with jealousy, he was just a delightful boy and brought us great joy during his short life.

Pug Dog Encephalitis is a mysterious disease and difficult to diagnose and one good reason to choose a different breed for a pet if you are a moosh heart like me. watching him go through what he did and having to make the tough decision to euthanize was one of the most difficult experiences of my life, it was very painful.

So, I’m burning a candle in memory of our faithful friend who is now at peace, I loved him and I will miss our dear Prometheus

My mom recently brought a dress to me that was made by my Grandma, fondly referred to as Abuelita  (who has been deceased for over 20 years now). She told me that my grandma had never finished it because she didn’t have the zipper thingie on her sewing machine. It was for my third year in school and I had never known about the dress.

I like to stare at it. The adorable, old fashioned fabric remniscent of a simpler more innocent time, it’s crispy thin cotton, the trim she chose and thinking of her sitting at her sewing machine, with me in mind, pinches my heart and gives me heirloom joy.

I want to display it like a work of art. I might make a huge photograph of it, frame it and hang it on a wall. I could turn it into a sculpture piece  but I’m just not sure. I could drench it in paverpol and it would be super stiff but I would not want it to be flat so I would need to create an armature of wire and mesh. I would want it to be full rather than flat. I need to be absolutely certain about what I do with  it because I would be immensely disappointed if I ruined it or regretted changing it.  Yes, its just a thing but its a thing that my Grandma made with love and so it carries meaning. 

I bring this up because, since my brother’s death a few weeks ago, I wake every day pondering life and how the loss of life filters and impacts those who remain.  The thoughts and feelings associated with this have been intensely distracting and I continue to feel anxious and out of sorts and a bit depressed. I try to fill my time as I usually do but  I remain unproductive.

I saw the author of Eat Pray Love on the Oprah show yesterday, so many people have recommended the book and while I have not yet read it, I believe I need to work through my angst, and issues, in much the same way as said author did, by journaling about it. Not a public journal but a private journal. So, I bring this up because I am quite certain that the themes of my life will enter into my art endeavors, in between, outside and beside other projects although, how frequently I can not predict. And so, art and life shall twain. And I don’t see anything wrong with that.