Since I want to share music with you too, I'll just get this whole Katrina train of thought out of the way at the same time,with one of my old favorites, Bessie Smith. :) I promise new subject matter tomorrow! But Bessie is wonderful no matter what she sings about!
Today I am wrestling with what I call my four year syndrome. Every four years I move. I never intend it that way, but it's worked that way ever since I can remember. Maybe because my parents were renters, as well, but every four years, I get the itch to pack up. Even if I'm only moving across the hall, or across town, I get restless. It's never worked to my advantage, generally speaking, and it never much helped my relationships, because if I wasn't moving belongings, well..I moved boyfriends..elsewhere :)
August will mark four years since Hurricane Katrina packed me up in a boat, and put me out of New Orleans, so I guess I'd better start making some decisions. I know it's only the start of May, (Happy May Day and Happy Beltane, by the way, but moving requires advance planning, and STAYING requires even more I suspect.
Raised in 5 Southern cities, and an only child, I often joked about being raised by dogs and horses, because they were my only constants. But, I was overlooking ART at that time, because it would be like noting your own hair color as being extraordinary, which my brown was not, but over time, art was my true constant, and did become a defining characteristic of mine. It became my salvation, my occupation, my agreeable substitute lover, (on many occasions), and my muse. As this blog progresses, I'll attempt to share it with you, in the many forms of it that fascinate me... painting, jewelry making, interior design, mural making, music and clothing, both old, and new.