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{ ... flawed ... }

I had a box of paintings returned to me last week. It had been almost a year since I'd seen them ... long enough to become artifacts of consciousness, like bookmarks for ideas ... these thoughts and emotions marked into them, in colour and in line ... successful or not, they still held the memory of my ambitions for them, my hopes. In a way it's like coming across an old box of your favourite toys, and remembering all the stories you made up for them.

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More memory layering: the front of my studio door. I am a compulsive collector of imagery and scribbler of ideas, all these notions and picture-flashes assembling like clusters of pins in my thinking ... now if I could only line them up in some semblance of order, make them march and sing along to the sustained thought of a novel ... but I'll be a short-story writer to the bitter end.

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Meanwhile, my blue kangaroo has gone to live in Ottawa. Happy birthday, Catherine!
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  1. Jeannetto11:21 pm

    I remember those paintings.

    Did you notice I named a radish after you?

    And if it isn't already happy (after my heart-felt Facebook wish), happy birthday, again. One of the few days a year you can get totally wasted without anyone accusing you of having a problem.

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  2. red-handed8:55 am

    I did notice that. Plus me and the radish have the same weird brown spots. *And* we both look like we're being lit on fire.

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  3. Susan Schwake11:12 am

    !!!!
    flawed? not indeed. NOT.
    sigh, happybirthday red. they are not flawed.
    they are lovely. and can i get that tin please send me a paypal invoice!!!!
    o, enough !!
    happy had.

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  4. Anonymous12:34 pm

    Love the cake ! She is clever isn't she ?! :) You had to make your own supper...not on your birthday ?! :(

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  5. Unknown9:43 pm

    Wow! I love all of those paintings! I end up creating these "idea boards" all over my house-i tried keeping it to one space, but they grow and then post it notes get added. I just feel if I can do all this than a piece of art or little story can pop out. Why is the extraction of everything so hard? Love the blue kangaroo!

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  6. Anonymous1:42 pm

    I think your door is such a great idea.
    I used to do that too and I think I might adopt your idea

    ;D
    Suana

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