Well, I am not a “Mother’s Day” fan because I was beyond not fond of it growing up. But, other than the traumatic memories of it, I’m safe. My mom passed quite a while ago, and later in her life, she finally got on an SSRI that magically made her quit attempting suicide, and/or threatening it. Before that, she usually chose to do such things on Mother’s Day, my birthday, or hers.
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Not So Hysterical
Well, I finished the West Valley Fiction painting last night and started working more on the self-portrait I’m calling “Sucker.” Here is the completed West Valley Fiction:
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A couple of years ago, I started a Substack account and wrote my first two publications under Studio Erroneus. Then I forgot about it.
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I never talk about music, and there are sad reasons for it. You think I would want to talk about music, being a musician. Or a past musician, rather. Or, once a musician, always a musician? I don’t play for an audience anymore, so it doesn’t feel like I’m one anymore. I don’t really practice. I have a hard time playing for pleasure. Like I said, there are sad reasons for that. But talking about music these days is a touchy subject I try to save for therapy.
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My Medicine Dan book edition is finally finished! I fully completed them on Saturday. The only little thing I’m waiting on is two Plexiglass box replacements, which are on the way. No biggie.
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