It’s been – and still is – a long, hot summer. Miraculously, I’ve managed not to melt. More incredible, I worked up the courage to buy some real art supplies. Stuff I intentionally stopped using when diagnosed with Parkinson’s. Why? By avoiding exposure to potential neurotoxins in paint, I hoped to protect what was left of my neurodegenerating brain cells. Soon after this boycott, I discovered the magical realm of digital art. But recently I’d been craving the real deal. The physical smearing of paint upon canvas. Tactile textures. Accidental drips. So after an eight year hiatus, I have resumed painting with acrylics and I am overjoyed. I know this might not be good for my brain. But then again, neither is Parkinson’s disease.
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Wonderful attitude Robby. Wish I had your talent, but I was always told beware of what you wish for. So on that note I send you love and hugs, T.
I wish I could give you a real hug! And I’m not afraid of that wish coming true.
Good for you Robyn. If you need a place to work Greg has a wonderful studio here in West Van. I heard you moved to the False Creek area. I hope you like it there,
Hi Cindy, Thanks for this generous offer, but I am happy here in my little studio. Hope you are well. Hugs, Robyn