about finding out you are a painter afterall and might even be an official cancer survivor in a couple of years.
That's what has happened this weekend. Something snapped in my head and I was flooded with confidence. I don't know what that was, but I welcomed it. I suddenly felt calm; I was no longer wondering what I was doing; I knew. I suspect I finally gave up caring if anybody besides my mother (and she's long gone) gave a damn what I was actually painting in my studio instead of playing Canasta, Bridge or Mahjong with the other gal around here. With that, freedom walked in the door. I picked up my brushes and put my past in the past. I think it was fitting that I went back into Summer Woods 2009, threw the paint at it and re-titled it Cancer Summer during breast cancer awareness month.
Do get your mammograms ladies you certainly do not want to go through a double mastectomy, chemotherapy, radiation or take the fat pill Arimidex for five years. Not an official survivor yet, I AM still here and I can paint--but this is the last painting I'm ever going to splatter. There's a big mess I have to clean up.
I DEDICATE THIS NEXT VIDEO TO MY FRIEND MYRNA. GILBERT AND SULLIVAN MAY BE CORNY, BUT THERE'S NOTHING CORNY ABOUT B.B.KING.