Daily Paintings

From 2011 through July 2015 I painted just about every day, and shared the finished paintings in this feed.

I still share my works-in-progress here, and on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter.

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June 5, 2015

Garden

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When I was a kid, for several summers in a row my family planted a vegetable garden in the side yard.

Carrots, zucchini (they always took over!), tomatoes, peppers. It was always kind of magical to see the sprouts popping up through the tilled soil, and even more magical when we got to harvest our bounty.

My girlfriends and I loved to pretend we were bunnies. We’d pull one or two baby carrots out, and gnaw on them with our bunny teeth.

One year, our hyperactive dog got into the side yard and went wild. He tore up the tomato plants, and for years afterwards we pulled tomato plants like weeds.

June 4, 2015

Airwaves

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I had a transistor radio when I was a kid. It had a plastic strap, so I could dangle it from my wrist, and two round dials, with serrated edges: one for volume, and one for tuning.

It opened up a whole world to me, that radio.

Eventually, I upgraded to the latest technology: a clock radio, with a digital readout. Man, was that the coolest!

My friend down the block, though, she had the best clock radio ever. It had big, bold numbers, composed of dozens of tiny dots, that faded into the next number when the time changed.

I asked for a clock radio like that for my birthday, or maybe it was for Christmas, but just got one with regular variety numbers.

Somehow I still managed to survive my adolescence.

June 3, 2015

Juggler

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Back in high school, my brother got a copy of Juggling for the Complete Klutz, and learned to juggle.

I borrowed the book and beanbags one day (probably unbeknownst to him), and had a go. I was a disaster. The balls went plop, right onto the floor. Sometimes they bounced off a part of me first, but they always ended up on the floor.

Can you guess what I did?

The same thing I did, many years later, when I thought I’d try my hand at being a writer: I gave up.

The thing about juggling, though — which is the same thing about writing, or anything else worth doing — is it takes persistence. Persistence, patience, and time.

If at first you don’t succeed, if you don’t try again, you’ll never succeed.

June 2, 2015

Somebody’s Home

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How do I know somebody’s home? The banner’s flying, of course!

June 1, 2015

Yes

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This word started popping up in my art a few years ago, around the time when it started popping up more in my life.

For way too long I’d said no way too often. No to my art. No to self-compassion.

I thought it was a way to get stuff done, a route to the satisfaction of achievement, which would lead to happiness. Instead I found the opposite.

The route to joy is yes. Which often requires us to say no, but isn’t that the irony of life?

Where can you be a better bodyguard to the big yesses in your life?

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