The singing Dentist...

once astutely recognized that I only paint people that are leaving. 

I'd like to be in denial about it, but it tends to be the case, dead, dying, leaving, parting. 
Parting is inevitable, but I still get pretty emotional about it. Too emotional, actually.  Unless it's family, because families can be together forever.  If you'd like to learn how that's possible check out http://mormon.org/.

Any emotional connection to my mother is most likely related to her time alive than the time we are apart.


New stuff but old.

She actually left and is in Portland, Oregon now!

Nevermind what's said.

I just thought it was a cool shot.  More than anything, I think putting up this show was a reunion of past past, past, and present and a spattering of future?

My childhood friend, April introduced me to the cafe world back in 2000.  Well, she introduced me to a lot of things, actually.  My ethnic culture on the American continent, my first job, the gospel of Jesus Christ (not directly, but through a friend), and hey, my first downtown show.

We have been chums since elementary school.  I think that suggests the bond will probably never break, especially when it's so easy to call her dad Uncle. 

"The Green Dress"

I think I've learned a lot putting this up, (still learning too). Thankfully, I wasn't alone in the process. I think I would have died if I was.

Tadah!

That's Charlie next to April.  He was the indirect contact a decade ago.

My tongue is sticky.

Rona is next to me.

New friend of the present.

It almost looks like I'm trying to take off my belt.

Didn't make the cut.

the camera setting was on vivid

What a wonderful day at the park!

a young man helped me, well, watched me break into my car when i locked my keys in it!

Eventually I made it to the park.

The actually image isn't this bright.

chicks.

They get into things.

Love me.

assistance.

uh. don't touch me.

Morning false call = images to be used later

It's blurry.
Elk Grove.
4.26.2011

Lobster Bisque and sourdough bread.

Finally home!

4 by the sea

Our littoral haven splattered sand sounds against our ears.  The winds howled as they pushed the waves in large coves towards us and flanked our sight by yielding lengths of dark locks.

4.6.2011
Baker Beach
Day of Fun: Christine, Julie, Loni, Macy