thinking about some stuff (that makes me sad); continuing with Woman with Red Straps (where I tooks it); woman with green arms; Climate change? it’s over that way; Re-evolution.
thinking about some stuff (that makes me sad) aka S.P.#18. 22″ x 30″. Pastel on paper.woman with red straps (revised) 22″ x 30″; charcoal and pastellooking at fingerswoman with green arms aka S.P. #19 (22″ x 30″); coloured charcoal and pastel.Climate change? it’s over that way. Charcoal and pastel. 22″ x 30″. Re-evolution. charcoal and pastel. 22″ x 30″.
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Hi Anne,
Yes, thinking about stuff hurts these days. If we are not sad, are we paying attention?
For a laugh, here goes: “She Took to Her Bed” triggered a memory of the attached story, filled with pathos, anxiety, spelling errors, and suspense. Why was the doctor late? What did Mother tell the doctor about how it happened? What was the doctor’s diagnosis? (I suspect tonsillitis.) And why was it such a long long way upstairs to the little girl’s room? My kindergarten/grade one? exercise book also contains stories of the baker, the paperboy, the coalman, the postman, the window cleaner, and the dustman. That was my England in the late 50s/early 60s! But clearly I was more invested in the doctor story because illness brought me special attention. Thus are we women socialized into the fainting couch.
But I just love the look of mischief in “She Took To Her Bed!” Your sketches fascinate me.
Hope you are well over what ailed you and thriving in your continuing growth.
Spätblühendes Künstlertagebuch 
Hi Anne,
Yes, thinking about stuff hurts these days. If we are not sad, are we paying attention?
For a laugh, here goes: “She Took to Her Bed” triggered a memory of the attached story, filled with pathos, anxiety, spelling errors, and suspense. Why was the doctor late? What did Mother tell the doctor about how it happened? What was the doctor’s diagnosis? (I suspect tonsillitis.) And why was it such a long long way upstairs to the little girl’s room? My kindergarten/grade one? exercise book also contains stories of the baker, the paperboy, the coalman, the postman, the window cleaner, and the dustman. That was my England in the late 50s/early 60s! But clearly I was more invested in the doctor story because illness brought me special attention. Thus are we women socialized into the fainting couch.
But I just love the look of mischief in “She Took To Her Bed!” Your sketches fascinate me.
Hope you are well over what ailed you and thriving in your continuing growth.
Love,
Linda
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Ah! Thanks for the message! I’d love to read that exercise book! Anne
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