anything that can go wrong will.
The dog is doing well.
Category: Art
Crochet Trial 2
Adjectives were used, many adjectives were used to increase the negative impact of my words and emotions as I fought with the hook and yarn. I looked more like a chimpanzee playing the drums than I did an artisan.
Yes, adjectives and then breathing. I took a time out to breath and get myself in order. These times are different. My brain functions differently after a stroke. I learn through a cloud, a thick cloud.
I have poor eye sight and poor hand eye coordination making crochet rather difficult. But just like before the stroke, I can do the first row all day but I can’t turn. Ridiculousness!
I want to learn certain art forms I can do even if I’m indisposed physically or visually.
Pup Pup is down for the count. He had to go to the dentist for extractions so he’s an unhappy camper right now. Poor guy.
My caregiver won an award for being an outstanding employee. I got a nod for being the client which is significant because others couldn’t work with me but she walked in and nailed it! No call offs. Comes to work on time every day!
Deep breath. There’s much more to do.
With hope
Faith Magdalene
I know two things
A person trying to be helpful gave me a word to describe my situation. I thought it was legitimate and not a delusional disorder for the love of Pete! The man contacted me via social media and said it’s gangstalking. I thought he was trying to be helpful.
Here’s the two things I know for a fact!
1. My upstairs neighbor started harassing me by stomping on the floor, then his behavior escalated. I’m afraid of him and his two friends. He’s stalking and harassing me.
2. None of this is about art sales, as was suggested. Art is helping me survive it, like it has helped me survive so many other things.
Art is my go to coping skill. When stressed it’s natural for me to produce more artwork and post it right in the middle of the ongoing issue. These are my coping skills. I’m taking a Saturday crochet class. Pray for me. Lol. I’ve got to learn.
Faith Magdalene
Pink Crocs vs Amputee
I’ve been wearing my shoe without that so called prosthetic I hate so much. It seemed to be going just fine. No issues, or so I thought. Lol
As it turns out a well established spider web was in the toe of my pink cross. There was a small piece of cereal in the web, Lucky Charms. I’m not making this up.
I wasn’t sure what to feel. I was horrified, intrigued, humored and humiliated; simultaneously. I’ve decided to go ahead and do what the surgeon said is an alternative to wearing the prosthetic. I’m stuffing my left shoe. All left shoes get stuffed. I am not walking around with a spider housing addition at my stump. It’s wrong.
The little picture in the photo is a very, very old white sketch on top of encaustic art. I melted Crayola wax, slowly and moved it into position. I enjoy encaustic and print making very much.
Faith Magdalene
A Better understanding
I was given the name of the particular type of stalking I continue to experience.
It’s a rough road bc some people don’t understand what they can’t readily see. There are many with power in my life who do believe it: Dr D, CICOA, my care company, my CNA. There are also elders at the Hall that believe me.
I’m working on moving OUT! with Van Gogh to at two bedroom apartment. Why a two bedroom? Well, I have to tell you something. I’m stage 3 kidney disease now. If kidney Dialysis is necessary my hope is to learn how to do it at the hospital, come home and do it with my aide with the dedication second bedroom.
Here’s funny face at the dentist. He’s so adorable. Hard to believe he was only 5 months ago, a street dog.
Faith
Mental Health Patient Targeted
It’s difficult to believe the word of a person with paranoia but it shouldn’t always be the case. Please keep in mind that the world is a weird place and a violent one. It doesn’t leave people exempt from problems.
Doctots get sick. Lawyers go to prison. Prostitutes get raped. Paranoid people get prayed upon. We are not exempt because of our diagnosis.
What’s happening to me is real and unbearable. I need help.
Finally Together
Mason Jacob Austin III aka Jake is the new fur baby.
He’s about 8 yrs old. He’s a terrier mix. Quiet, reserved, so far I mean. I’m happy he’s here. I’m happy he gets on my lap well as we return from the restroom.
The 333 rule is being applied to him and me. I have to get used to the change. Mostly friends are supportive. Doctors are supportive, especially Dr D.
Getting him to walk beside the wheelchair was simple. He’s smart as a whip. Getting through doors is a nightmare especially the turn. However, I remember when a different wheelchair user first got a dog. He went through the same trouble, publicly, trying to find a way to train the dog and not look like a person in a chair who’s in over their head and won’t work their way out. Like my neighbor and his dog , Jake and I will be ok.
I’m so prideful. Afraid of failing but sure I wont. I’m a newish wheelchair user with her first dog. My how the world keeps changing. I’m here for it!
Tails. Art. Tea. Happy.
African American Female Clown
More than a clown is about a once voiceless woman, alone in the dark with her makeup. She was just a clown. She painted on faces until finally someone believed believed she’s more than a clown.
Then hope set in. Flowers began to grow, birds sing their morning songs and bumblebees bring in more life. Yes, change, all around her. There’s hope now that she herself believes she’s more than a clown.
Please see my Etsy shop for purchase details. www.Sundrip.etsy.com
Faith Magdalene Austin at Sundrip
More Than A Clown (details)
A few more tiny details and the African American clown with red dreadlocks, who hosts birds in her hair will be complete. I’ll photograph her, seal her and add her to my Etsy shop.
The African girl clown is wearing white speckled overalls with shimmering maroon sleeves. Her hair is red dreadlocks with sporadic yellow, purple, blue and green dreadlocks. The younger August is painted white with the edges of her African American face still showing.
Her full lips are painted red. The nose is designed and painted red. Our little one looks straight ahead with big, brown eyes surrounded by blue clown eye shadow.
Striking are the large sunflowers the August child stands beside with her birds. A huge, white Gerber daisy and huge green leaves huge the clown and make her feel better.
Acrylic on canvas with 1 inch edge given. 18×14
Sundrip Art for Life on Etsy www.Sundrip.etsy.com
Faith
More than a clown
Work in progress – life experience