Melancholy
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I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. ~Sylvia Plath
Oh, that Sylvia. I’ve read all her poems, word for word, but I can’t find the answers I’m seeking there. She haunts me, and I think of her often, although not as often as I once did. I can never make my paintings look as sad as I imagine she was, tho.
5 paintings in progress for the Stagecoach Gallery
I’ll be finishing them up today, hopefully.
Hanging with Big Red Fred
Watching: Joseph Arthur
with Mike Mills and Bill Dobrow live at the Sellersville Theater