Singin’

she walks
detail of painting on wool flannel
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Sometimes I take a step back and really look at how many styles of art I created over the years.

So many mediums I worked in too.

How could one girl give birth to all this seemingly disparate stuff?

Could seem schizophrenic if I let it.

Sort of like how my last post was about shame and keeping on top of one’s losses

And today I’m here to tell you I was caught rollin’ merrily down the avenue

Singing:

“I love my dog and she loves me.
She’s a little white pouf ball
And that isn’t all..
She does a little food dance
On her hind feet
And for me this is a major treat.
OHHH… I love my dog….”

Did you hear me when I said I got caught singing THAT??

I was so into my ditty that I did not hear the two gentlemen dressed in suits and very good shoes walking close behind me patiently waiting until I finished to make me aware of their intention to pass us on the thin sidewalk.

“Excuse us.”

Ok then….

What can a girl do but burst a bit red and carry on?

My life.

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5 Responses to “Singin’”

  1. Jim on September 17th, 2015

    Maybe the well-shod gentlemen were just admiring your voice!

  2. Alexis on September 17th, 2015

    I’m sure you made their day and gave them a beautiful and funny story to share!
    I want to hear you sing that song!

  3. Paul on September 18th, 2015

    Cathy, with your spirit of joy and honesty of expression you made me smile and laugh, again!! If this is schizophrenia, BRING IT ON! Thank you for sharing and allowing yourself to feel the love and joy that is accessible in this very moment. Your courage is inspiring. Much love to you.

  4. Adele on September 18th, 2015

    If you live life as art
    It is all your medium
    It is you xxxxx

  5. Jenny on September 18th, 2015

    Oh they were polite and knew a sweet moment when they encountered it and I bet they were great boys underneath !
    PS are you rollin with feathers or roses these days?

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