I painted Eve after reading about Adam & Eve & symbolism in  the: 12 Rules for Life..
Imagine being ratted out by your own mate - to God..  all because you were mislead by a sneaky snake.  Not much is different today.. mates turning on mates.. snakes  in human form still being snakes.  Women get blamed for it all- I guess she held Adam down and force fed him. Phhhbt.   Some say it was an apple, historians say was likely a pomegranate..  to be awake after consuming it- I think Eve probably have a mega does of psilocybin.  

Imagine one second being innocent, naive - to seeing as God sees - Yikes.  
I think Disney should make an Adam & Eve adventure & the 12 rules.   I'd watch.
Netflix has an animated movie I enjoyed FYI: Lava Island
and Alpha was also enjoyable. It's nice to get a break without hearing about Covid Or Trump - hopefully both will be eliminated before 2020 is done. 

The snake shimmers gold with iridescent paint  & reflects off of Eve.  I think it will look lovely in the new outhouse - Norms next project- it's going to match the house, coop & barn. Yay! It's looking like a sweet little compound here.  
The chickens & goats do not like rain & it has been RAINING. It's like we don't even have any creatures- fascinating. Much easier than I had anticipated.  Raining cats and dogs has me painting cats & dogs,  I was blessed with PAINT! More paint than I've ever been able to purchase in my life,  I was finally able to purchase some (Norm picked it up for me at DeSerres - he had to go buy some supplies we can't get here.  I shall celebrate by sharing the love & art.. my art is an extension of my love & life - since it's what I do. 

A few peoples pets have made me smile on Instagram - I'll paint them and post them & only give it to the person 'IF' they recognize their pets.  In between painting paintings.  I also have couple of commissions on the go... In my brain dancing around, waiting to be next'.  This social distancing is easier & easier as more time passes, more painting is getting complete.  It's all about baking today - getting craft in the kitchen too- blackberries ripening on the vine have me all excited for pie.  What will you create today?

​With TLC & THC 

It's a holiday & I was considering taking a break.. then realized- that's part of the porblem.  No one wants to hear this shit on a holiday, take a break...  Does abuse take a break?
Fuck no - it's escalated on holidays, so Cheers!.

I was taught to hate holidays. I still do.. or rather I hate the usual celebration that accompanies them - Excessive Alcohol consumption. Time to get 'shitfaced' - it's a holiday tomorrow...  Good day for a hangover.  That's how we think  (how I use to think).. too many do, still.  I struggle with most "celebrations", I usually just act like it's just another day- because in reality, it is.

At 18 I was given a raise, my first real job 'Talent Showcase' (hiring extras for music videos and movies being shot in Toronto & area) I was thrilled! & it was a good raise!! My then boyfriend, Adraino was taking me out for dinner and dancing & to celebrate! I just wanted to run up (I lived in an apartment) & change..  change I did.

I went straight to my room, got on my favorite current dress a raw silk, black & white, simple yet classy & great to dance in... on the way out  I was asked   "where are YOU going?"
I didn'nt speak much as my mother was usually drininking and I didn't want to set her off- not that it took much on my part.  
​I relpied excited (because I was):   "I got a raise & Draino is taking me out to celebrate!"
My mothers response...    " A raise?!  How does your bosses cock taste?"    
Yep.   No, I do to forget it, those words.   Because, you know - I could not have possibly been good enough at my job to deserve a raise.. clearly, I had to be fucking him in her mind (I was NOT HER though - I did not suck my bosses cock or fuck him - ever) I told her to "fuck off" and proceeded to leave.. Nope.  
I was tackled, punched until I cowered on the floor, hair pulled, make up slapped off my face.   Called the usual array of names: cunt, slut, fucking whore..   My stepdad sat & watched (inebriated as well)  he TOO, knew better than to intervene with her intoxicated hatred towards me.  I was beat repeatedly until Draino opened the door, he came looking for me wondering why I was taking so long, (thankfully) and yanked that bitch off of me and held a fist to her face & said  "If you ever touch her again I'll punch you in the fucking face because she won't"  and pulled me out of my apartment.
He was never allowed to visit again.  I was humiliated, we broke up soon after.  
She remembered what he said but not what she did & SHE NEVER EVER said SORRY.
All I ever got was "...I don't remember I was drunk."  
FUCKING LIES Drunks tell us & themselves.

We did not go out dancing, my dress was torn and my spirit defeated.. again. I was use to it. I was harder because Draino saw it.   I was ashamed when my friends saw me getting beat up - as IF I had actually done something wrong.  The look of shock on their face - overtime was hard for me to see.  That's what happens when you are beaten as a toddler. You are taught to be ashamed.. I must be bad if my mom is hitting me again.
That's how it was was with every celebration in my life..  EVERY thing she could - she added misery to.  She was miserable ALWAYS,  I was going to be too.  So, why not share on this holiday MONDAY...  abuse will be higher today & that is a fact, whether you choose to ignore it or not.  If you see someone & you think "they should be celebrating",  back off - perhaps  they do not have as much to celebrate as you 'think'..
​I use to get 'that too   ..."why aren't you happy??"   Buzzkill..    yep, quite often my buss was killed - but not by me.

The day I got accepted into school/college (you know how exciting that is!) was the same thing...  I went to school in tears because I had got accepted & she said  'I wasn't going.. she wasn't going to pay for me to go & draw'.  My teacher (Mrs Lockhart) helped me with paper work and I received a grant & loan.  I  never got any encouragement from her EVER, not once did she ask me what I was doing in college EVER.. I only lasted a year.  
​I wondered if I had gotten just a bit of encouragement,  if I would have stuck it out.  Oh well. 

So, if you are an adult & celebrating with alcohol On this Holiday - try not to over indulge - not if your going to become abusive and give your children holiday memories they'll never forget. Or do- the choice is yours... if your children hate you when you are older- remember- the CHOICE WAS yours.   It's still difficult for me to "celebrate" anything.. I have a fear in me that sooner or later something or someone will say something negative...   beat it into me, still. 

I will celebrate this glorious day- by painting, checking on the animals and just enjoying the moment. Grateful to e HERE NOW.  Painting Iridescent Eve in the garden... next.

with TLC & THC 
​Next week,  how everyone KNEW I was going to be an artist- yay!  lol 

That's what I hear everytime the goats call.. "Maaaaaa!!!" 
When Storm visited he picked up the goats to show us it couldbe done.. wellby him & Norm.. not me.  They need to be picked up if hurt or in trouble and to have their nails trimmed.  The actual picking up was the challenging  part, once up the goats did not move only yelled:  "Maaaaaa!! "  Whcih made us all laugh.   Goats are so much fun. 
The more they like me tho- the more I learn.  I was almost goosed by my goat when i turned my back on Indica to feed Sativa treats- he bumped me to let me know- turn around. LOL which I did!  He clearly was playing but I can now see how a real head butt to the butt would be felt indeed.

I showed the goats the painting- Indica was jealous and they started to fight over it as seen below...

Sativa was obsessed with it,  I don't think I'll hang it in the barn - as I like it too.  
Sativa  would not leave it alone, clearly loving her special portrait with Storm.
These goats make me laugh every time I'm out there, I wonder how they'll like our Canadian winter.  They have a new insulated, beautiful goat barn, I'm sure they'll be fine.
These wooden panels are fun - I like how you can stand them instead of hanging them.

Have a creative day & a lovely weekend.  I'll be painting, something.
We have BIG - LITTLE news next week, life changing- for us.  Yay!
with TLC & THC
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Something fishy going on..   lol  
I do not normally take commissions - this does not stop others from asking. ;)  
I'm glad I was asked to paint this cartoon.. I try to squeeze in a few comics still..
​A friend asked if I could create this cartoon  & he sent me a pretty good sketch - so it took little creaivity on my part.  How often does one get to paint a fish with a cocktail and smoking pipe.  ;)  If you fish for Musky in particular - you should check out Dadson blade baits, he is on Instagram.  I know Storm used them and was a successful musky fisherman.

Check these EGGS out! Cluck cluck! 

These are this mornings eggs!  I can't stop giggling and staring in amazement, 5 hens & 5 eggs... it's the cream of wheat! Sprinkled with organic hemp. I told Norm to go easy on breakfast or our chickens will get big and then starting to sing  "... he likes big breasts and cannot lie.."  hee hee  
The last egg is so big I'm painting it after Norms drills a hole so I can empty it, biggest egg I've ever seen... slightly mis-shaped, I bet it was felt on the way out... yikes.  Once you have fresh, organic - healthy & happy chicken eggs - you won't buy bland boring mass produced eggs ever again.  In  a perfect world every family would raise thier own chickens.  I feel my world is pretty perfect these days, especially after mornings like this.  
I've thanked our chickens for every single egg & will continue to do so.

Back to  the details of my newest painting,   "Maaaaaa!!!"   which I am very pleased with.  
Do you like eggs? Got a favorite recipe? Feel free to share ;)
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Shcools are returning in the fall- it should be interesting.  
I hope it's not a deadly decision...
I think I'd opt to homeshcool for a little while If I was in this situation.
Grateful I'm not, praying for thoses  who are.

​with TLC & THC

I woke on Sunday and noticed a car at the gate, I called to Norm - Go see who's at the gate this early!!  Apparently our son decided to visit (arriving late) and was sleeping in the porch!  First I can't believe how tired I was - the dogs were barking - I assumed it was the weekly nightly bisit from a racoon, bear - soemthing that set the dogs off & I ignored it & went back to sleep.  How nice to find out I was mistaken! YAY!! 

The last time Storm was up we were  digging holes to start the coop!  This time he was meeting the extended family' - lol Chickens and goats!  That was fun!  Goats have a strong sence of smell- they smell everythng I offer before nibbling and often turn their nose up - if not pleased.. I think they can smell 'Storm is family' because they instantly  took to him, let him pat them and were curious about him.  Goats are social yet skittish and althogh we can pat them, we've not been able to pick them up & you need to - to cut nails, care for them properly if hurt.. Storm made it look easy.  The chase funny,  once he had them they rested in his arms & didnt even put up a fuss, it was really amusing!
Just like the chickens when you pick them up - they just  sit there.  It went really well & I have some fun photos - I've already started the next of Storm & Sativa on a wodden panel.

We went for a family HIKE! The girls LOVED IT, us too.  It was a personal foray dream, the trails hardly disturbed & literally covered with mushrooms, you could not walk 3 feet without seeing one.  I couldn't even take photos of all the mushrooms or it would have taken forever..
The mosquitos! OH MY - nasty little bloodsuckers,they LOVE me. If I stopped they attacked.  Other than that is was a great hike, the dogs all dog tired, us too.
Rhubarb is the closest restaurant to us - we decided to have take-out & it too was fantastic! 
What a perfect way to end Sunday & visit.   Storm had to head back that night -  it was a short but  fun filled adventure.  

Storm also treated me to a lovely lunch at Boshkong brewery & restaurant in Minden & we and caught up on a few things.  Mom stuff, mostly.  I am grateful he is so busy during these times, he is too.  What a wonderful surprise visit.  Time to paint- what a beautiful day in the highlands.

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I love Kombucha!  I have tried many - especially in California when there.
So, when I saw Lucs Brew I picked it up and it's delicious! I was impressed.  
​It's all it claims: Bubbly, tasty and refreshing - made with this cool, crisp  Haliburton water.
I finally, LOVE drinking waater from my tap. The best I've ever tasted. if I do say so. hee hee!  I Found the company Lucs Brew on IG and then learned he delivers! Yay!!

We instantly hit it off, he's a really nice young man who is working tirelessly at his passion & craft along with his family & friends contributing...  isn't that lovely?  How it should be ;)  He's educated on his herbs/ingredients & the reasons for good health - body & mind. & he's learned the gift of being attentive to those speaking to him.  I don't think he's 'like this' to be a wise business man- just a good person, but it will clearly  help his business.

During the winter with limited contact with the outside world, I asked if I could paint him  - "..sure!"   My intention was to add bottles in the background but for some reason the forest just appeared - which is very suiting for Luc imo, he seems quite comfortable in his enviornment.  I've learned he is a very nice human, as his his lovely partner, both have visited to check out the coop.   They going to do well, I know...  
 I think he's helped with me not missing Storm as much.  :)  
 Now, I understand WHY the kombucha is so good - made with lots of love.

I'm trying to decide 'who to paint next, I was thinking of  Eve' after reading the 12 Rules of Life.  I have such great photos from Storms visit I'm having difficulty picking which one to try to paint next. We also went on a Hike & it was a very impressive foray, I'll share some photos next. It's mushroom painting time - Today is a beautiful day to do just that! 

with THC & TLC
Georgia

I might paint this - It makes me smile every time I look at it! :D

I had a light bulb moment or as I like to think them now,  a new level of awakening.
Triggers.. it's funny what 'triggers memories' and past experiences, maybe it's a song on the radio which reminds you of a special date or someone in your life, an old T-shirt - reminds you of that concert you went to when 17! A photo- can bring you right back to the date, memories can be a wonderful thing.  Memories can also be brutal.  As well as making you feel all warm and fuzzy- they can make you feel physically ill - decades later. 

I'm learning to 'embrace' these triggers as difficult as they are instead of ignore them, ignoring them only suppresses them to return to a later date. Instead I will acknowledge, ponder and understand  & say to myself: Way to go girl! You rose above that TOO!

Who was intimated by 'mean girls ' in high school - I bet many.  Not me.  My 'mean girl' was at home waiting to teach me a lesson or two.

One morning my mom was drinking her "special tea" which she said helped her keep slim...  I made the mistake of asking if I could have some, not quite comprehending the concept of the slimming tea' & how it worked.  I had my tea & went to school.  I was in grade 9.
I recall feeling very sick and  left school only to shit myself on the TTC.  I got off the bus for fears of others seeing or smelling me.   I was wearing shorts- it was a hot summer day.  
I walked home and the shit dripped down my legs into my shoes,  occasionally buckling with cramps... crying all the way. 
 
My mom, thought it was hysterical and laughed a great deal, she also shared with a few that I had shit myself. I was 15.  I was humiliated, again.  Who does this to their daughter? 
It was not until I was older to understand - other moms did not take pleasure in humiliating their daughter like this.  My mom never said "you look cute", "how was your day?".. " what did you do in school  today?"...  "Im sorry you shit yourself... for that was not my intent."     It was, it was her intent. She was an adult & knew what would happen to me drinking that tea - still she let me & let me go to school without any warning.
I  looked cute in my shorts.. until I shit them.  I threw them out. 

She was always telling others I was mentally ill.  
Regrettably, BUT understandably  I was diagnosed as bi-polar' in my teens, which she only used againts me further - convincing others of her terrible plight- 'dealing with me'.  I was not bipolar- I was fucked over mentally since birth by someone who hated me and proved it constantly.  I was not the one who was fucked up.   
The abuse was NOT always so obvious- the beatings were obvious,  the mean 'mind fucks' - not until I was older.  I remember this, sometimes simply  -when I see a teabag in a cup.

I am happy for these memories NOW- these are here for a reason... to keep me awake.  Safe.
They show me how far I have come and remind me - I am exactly where God wants me to be.  Keep my distance.  Grateful like you can't even comprehend. Give thanks.

People have asked me - why didn't you tell anyone? Why don't you?  I didn't want to hurt my mother, part of the brainwashing.   This is not about 'hurting' my mother,  if it was to hurt her, reading this - OH well- we shouldn't have been such a fucking cunt.
This is about explaining abuse & pray others SEE, learn & understand & STOP judging others and what we don't know.  Not all abuse is beating physically - much is beating and wearing down others mentally.

Stop telling kids:
You only have one mother..  (or father).
It was those words (guilt from people NOT aware) that kept me being abused well into my 50's. Now when someone says that, I immediately respond: Thank God for that! One mother like that was enough.  
I was ashamed to tell others how much my mother hated me...because they could not understand.  I could NOT understand.  
They saw what they wanted to see.  
They believed what was easy for them to believe.

Time for a cup of tea, I treat myself to good tea! I like citrus flavours especially.
Then I'll finish a portrait and  start a new one of my son & a goat..
I've had a few very difficult days- that's o.k... I understand why.  I try not to be so hard on myself when I get overwhelmed - it's easy to understand why, now.  
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​Please try to show someone a little understanding- even if you don't.

​with TLC & THC - FOR me from ME! 

I painted this fox just to paint..  
I'm not overly pleased with it but it was interesting using new irredescent copper  paint.
Who's tired?   Me. 
I slept all day the other day- with short intervals to see the goats & chickens.
I'm praying this passes quickly. 

WE watched the doc Cracked Up: The Darrell Hammond story.    
It was difficult for me to watch.  I had a 'light bulb' moment- not a good one. 
Too many times he said something  and I found myself wanting to smash the T.V.
If you want know how 'I feel' - watch it, it is exactly how I feel, some - if not many days.
Too many days.  He also explains about triggers' - nice to know I'm not alone.  
I have too many triggers. I guess it's because I have too many memories.

How do we get past it - do we ever get past it?  
Clearly some people will hate us for no reason in this lifetime - because THEY are fucked up.. so, fuck them.  He said at the end..I won.
I feel - I won, surrounded by my furry family, here where God has placed me- thankfully.
I think it's been the best year  - for my mental health & physical health...  if only I didn't have triggers- perhaps they are here to HELP us- to remind us. Teach us.
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All I did was be born. The neglect & hatred was beaten into me.
Have I won?  When I can still be brought to tears by a fucking trigger? 
There are no winners in child abuse.   
I am tired.  

I think he was lucky that he had a father, grand parents  & a sibling around.

Goats are not easy to paint.
The goat life is good, here.
The chickens provide 3 to 4 eggs a day!
It feels good to give eggs away.
Just another day.
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Welcome  . Be here Now  .  Teach Only Love, that is what WE are. 
3 important messages I want to share... painted NOW on my welcoming gate post  totem.
This sign is as much for me as it is for all who enter.  More meaning for me of course.. we all need reminding from time to time. 

First I added the chicken, Ive been telling friends to come get excess eggs and now they know where - behind the chicken.  Laid Daily...  lol   eggs.  Seeing the chicken in the forrest made me giggle.. even with few(er) trees behind it. 

The top is a cannabis leaf crown with a Bee.. with out the bees - we are finished.. Be kind. 
Welcome : if you are here and coming in - you must have been invited - so WELCOME!
The sacred heart crown on a fox with a big smile - pointing up to remind me of a Higher purpose & the hand symbol for I Love you.   Any Eye of God flower crown- protecting our home & property, on a bear spirit holding the beehive  also remind us BE here NOW.  Enjoy all Gods glory surrounding us. & above all else a reminder - mostly to myself Teach only Love, that is what we are.

I don't alwasy teach love. Do you? I am human.. I do eventually. I've thought much about my gate this past week and trees & I've come to the conclusion to Let it go and give it to God because it's more improtant in this case to be peaceful than right.  Covid has played a part too- a thousand people are daying a day.. ;(  The saddness must be mounting.  Many are effected by covid & don't even know it. I don't mean physical symptoms.

I feel safe here in our tiny oasis, blessed to be here...  and have never ever liked seeing any trees cut down (that are not dead) ever.  I was pondering my neighbour who does have a business & no doubts a little more stressed perhaps than we are... because my first impression of him (last summer) was good.  I forced myself to remember this. So I wanted to teach ONLY love - because that is what i am.  Practice what I preach - I had to wait a few days to make sure the card was drawn with love. It was.
 I painted him a card & will deliver it. 

I'll let it go and leave it with God.  It was the kids that  helped me- kids I've never met but was hoping to  actually have some painting classes with - covid interfered before I could ask.  I did hint tho, lol  & above all else - it is important to "me," that any kids living close know- if they ever need help - they can count on us as neighbours to help as best as we can.  
I SEE covid making people NOT so neighbourly. Causing some of us (all of us at one time or another) to "snap" and perhaps say and behave how we don't normally.   What is the point over staying angry?  It only adds to ones own stress.  I'd rather watch dragonflies and paint.
 
with TLC & THC
Me.