I had lunch with my friend Jane the other day and when I opened up my chopstick packet, out came this sad little guy! I can't imagine what happened to the other one. Two chopsticks in the night ...
The pursuit of art -- and all its related endeavors -- has been like a pile of dirty laundry in the corner of my mind since I graduated from art school back in 1996. I figured it was high time I started on that pile and resolve some issues. This is my way of documenting my search for meaning and merit in art/creativity and hopefully -- finally -- doing something about that stinko pile. I'd like to see what it feels like to OWN that corner instead of tip-toeing around it like I've been.
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There's a metaphor for this somewhere ... :) Welcome, Helen to the blogosphere!
Ha Ha, Helen! Only you! :)
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