Thirteen!

I just read this: http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/node/3475980. Thirteen!!!! Good grief. If I let myself dwell on this thirteen year old, I could feel less than satisfied with my own accomplishments.

OK, so I haven't written a novel. But I hung eight paintings at an investment firm yesterday. I think this is their favorite.

2010 intentions

I just read a fellow encaustic artist's (Alicia Tormey) reflections on the new year. Rather than proclaiming resolutions, she has decided to call her plans for 2010 intentions - perhaps a more positive approach. One of her intentions is to work toward becoming more authentic. Art forces one to do that, I think. When I don't feel I have been true to myself - in my art or in interactions - dissatisfaction ensues. I hate that.

As opposed to art, authentic writing seems to require serious disclosure. I am not sure I am ready for that. But now that I will be 69, when will I be ready? Hmmm.