i'm still around. it's still winter. a rough one for me. filled with confusion, regret, wonder and a mild depression. the artTable remains terrifyingly tidy. i try to amuse and comfort myself with social activities that make me feel more an alien than ever. i read and read and read. i try not to eat white food. and yes, i still walk around and make pictures of ... structures ... 18 degrees or not. yesterday i tried hard to See Things other than sheds and mean places, but somehow crusty snow, dead leaves and little burrs and berries on the ground just weren't working for me.

i *am* grateful the pictures are working at least - and though viewers might be, i am not bored with my subject matter. i don't know why. i am concerned about the lack of inspiration and energy for handwork however, because i need to have happy hands. happy hands = happy heart at my house. and babyjebus do i ever need some happiness in my heart these days. i did wear red kneehighs and red panties for Chinese New Year however. and that makes some happiness *somewhere* inside.

onward...