Sometimes I wonder what troubles my artist spirit so? What tortures my spirit and shreds my psych to bleeding ribbons? What thins out my dignity exposing wide my emotional turmoil? No one knows how truly sad I am. I have this great smile that hides so much until my lips start to tremble and a tear falls.
I am interested in many varied things. I love observing people. Like why would you leave the house dressed like that, don’t you have a mirror? Then I’ll see a picture of myself and think what the hell were you thinking? I was born in Duluth, Minnesota. I grow little trees, Bonsai. I am an artist who works in water color and some acrylic. I do bead work on a loom and off. I read a book every two days. I am well read if not well bread…I am a half breed Dakota. I also was diagnosed with evasive ductal carcinoma in my right breast the day after Thanksgiving. I’ve had bilateral mastectomies with reconstruction surgery. I am going through mental pause and between the hot flashes and the hormonal emotional roller coaster ride I am pretty normal, right.
