FINALLY, I am caught up with postings and painting!

Christmas cactus remind me of my grandmother, Mimi.  I have NO green thumb for indoor plants but I have always had one of them in my home.  Ours is a bit grown from a piece of the one Mimi had, though my Mom horrifyingly finally
got rid of the big one.  I don’t know why, even though it is not an Easter cactus, it often blooms in Spring.  For a gift years ago I gave Mitchell a few cactus.  I find them such interesting creatures and so does he.  This one, which yes, we do call the penis cactus, grows in such a crazy manner and responds to water exponentially.  We let it completely dry between waterings, which makes it happy.  Blue Buddha used to light up but that ended, and now he keeps cactus company.

We just moved our bookshelves.
I love our bookshelves in the studio,
full of statues and memories and photographs.
The joy of having your own business.

Now more than ever.

Maybe more the impression of trees.
I’ve been enjoying the play of inks, and
seeing how various inks mix in puddles of color.
These became grainy but stayed vibrant.

This box of Mother’s Day gifts might seem odd,
but this was a huge hit with my mom,
who cannot stand and cook since getting hit by a driver
— run over, actually — and I sent her a box of goodies
she can easily make of things I find good “fast” food,
and treats.  VitaCost made my mother happy!

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