Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! The wildfires are coming! The wildfires are coming! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!
Remember the other day I said I wasn’t going to start animating until I can draw better? I feel I draw well enough to convey a message and I have all these silly stories that would make great shorts, IMO. Therefore, I will not wait anymore to learn, I am gonna start experimenting and share my work with you, as always.
I just been lying about and sleeping – I tried to get work done but was unsuccessful, I have to log another day off. It’s like vertigo has given way to mild headaches and light sensitivity – at least I am not throwing up anymore. Yesterday I even missed a webinar I signed up for on creating a digital PMO with assistance from AI.
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Showers of blessing
Showers of blessing we need
Mercy all around us are falling
But for the showers we plead
There shall be showers of blessing
Precious reviving rain
Over the hills and the valleys
The sound of abundance of rain
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I told Dad I wanted to be with him and his girlfriend in Montreal for my bday but he reminded me that winters in Montreal can be brutal and without electricity at times. So I think we will go somewhere warm.
AN ASSAULT ON THE EYES
Apologies in advance but I had to share this with you.
When I first moved into the building, I thought, this must be some kind of mistake. They will remove it. Five years later, even though they are renovating, this piece of rubbish is still on the wall. When I look at it I feel all kinds of annoyed and I have the urge to do wicked things. I made up a number of scenarios …
ONE:
I believe this painting belongs to the owner’s daughter who perhaps is blind or otherwise defective. Maybe she died and they cannot bring themselves to remove it. If I were the parent of this disaster, I’d say … “Keep trying baby. Hopefully one day you’ll get off to a good start but you’re not there yet.” or …
TWO:
Child: Mom! Dad! Look what I made!
Mom: Oh!
Child: Can you put it up on the wall?
Mom and Dad: Fuck no!
THREE:
Someone had an apartment and this is a manifestation of all that is wrong with the building and they are warning potential tenants to stay away. Remember those bad acts on American Idol, “But my mom told me I could sing!”
“Well, your mom must be deaf!”
BTW: Dee said what I am calling NOT art is still art. It’s just BAD art. Potentially the colours need to be muted and the painting needs balance.
Wed Jun 07, 2023
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