Did I forget to mention

How heart broken I was not to be home this Mardi Gras.
With my head so very much home this year, the stories of my grandmother's silver glitter in her hair, banging her cane on the floats until the cops reprimanded her by name, "Grandmother! You'll have to stay behind the barracade, just like everybody else!"

I did have a masquerede themed party over the weekend, which satisfied at least a small part of my craving for festivities.







PS--workin hard here this month in my lovely gifted apartment, 2 more days of painting and then callin it 'it' and spending the last month before the show on administration and presentation. March 31 will be the opening...

sanity is much more under control.
as is homelessness.
yay.
time is running out for art working, but i think i'm gonna make it.

just to keep those of you actually alive out there informed...

i'm back to painting.
january got a wee bit lost to me being homeless and trying to work that out...
and i still havn't, but a friend of mine has lent me her lovely apartment while she is in paris (thanks jenny!!)
and so i am back at it and in full swing. attack mode even.
i have one month to give it all iv'e got,
and assuming i can maintain my sanity (it is questionable at this point) i will wrap everything up in time for the show the end of march...

that's the plan.
please send me your sane and in-control energy.
i'm in need.