Molly Goatwax

The end of the summer

The season again finds us on an island.

Struggles

I may as well bandage up my hands before I even start framing a show.

Commute

I inspected the earring of a woman sleeping next to me. "Copper colored plastic is the new gold", I thought and as she shifted I looked out the train window. No one wants to be caught staring. Storybook clouds hung in the blue sky as we passed rusting factories and the backs of old towns. At first I thought she was tired but she kept waking, shifting, blowing her nose. When the woman got up and staggered to the space between the cars a man followed and I heard him ask her if she needed a doctor. I hunted for the antiseptic wipes I pocketed earlier in the day. The conductor called out "Balll-teee-moore!" over the speaker and the woman came back to the car to collect her shopping bags from the rack. She rushed to the rear. After we came to a stop and I detrained, I climbed up the stairs to Charles Street. I felt safe.

Thinking of....

Where's the chocolate? I have a lot of issues to sublimate!

Jewels

I have ended a year during which the only jewelry I worn most days has been this cat tag on a chain around my neck. It belonged to one of my mother's cats. I miss them so much.

Progress of sorts

Well the curators who visited the studio did not select my work for their big show. But! Forging ahead...yesterday and today are drop offs for a couple of salon shows. I have also been invited to show with another artist at a restaurant in September.

The Baltimore Sky

Before the rain, the sky is purple with an orange overlay. It turns green for a big storm.