musings on painting and parenting, love and life
“Mishka” 2.5″x 3.5″ oil painting ACEO
This is my mom and dad’s cat, Mishka, asleep at her favorite perch on the back of the couch in front of the big picture window.
I managed to get a few good pictures of her while I was there at Christmas, and this is from one of them.
Waiting ~ 18″ x 24″ original oil on gallery wrapped canvas $650.00 CAN
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Where does the time go? And why do I so rarely get anything I want to get done, done?
My baby is already almost 17 months old! My boy is already in Pre-school, and I remember Grad as if it were last week! All of my goals still seem so far away, though. It’s like chasing a rainbow. It is so visible, but when you think you’ve almost got to it, it’s another mile off. Hmmm…It’s not that I’m discouraged. It’s just that time, time, it’s just not tangible anymore. It races and the day is finished before I can even get caught up to it. Is this what aging is like? You still think you’re twenty, but time has gotten so far ahead of your mind that you’re actually forty? Well, questioning, and computering, aren’t getting me anywhere tonight, so I’ll leave you with an older painting, just to show something. This one’s called “Waiting.” If she only knew, not to be impatient.
I really am going to paint tomorrow.
Goodnight.
