Van Gogh-like chair

[Redacted], MC’s friend up in [redacted] she keeps saying is basically my twin, reposted something on Van Gogh’s chair paintings, representing him and his roommate and their differences in art.

     Today I saw the really little kid chair from Ikea, from my childhood, in the kitchen. Battered and discoloured, but charming, old, young, and ageless all at the same time. 

     Maybe I can paint that chair, sometime. (And others).

     It will be a challenge a bit I think since it's so structured, but that's okay. It's not like there's one shot ever, and there is a little celebration in my mind right now remembering that.

     I've been rushing constantly and anxious and scared all the time so long, it also seemed like every little sliver of something important to me is a one shot wonder.

     Not that I haven't learned any life lessons there or in situations like that, rather; such as rejecting perfectionism in my art better as a whole over time. 

     But yes, there is a little autumn-leaf-pile-throwing-like celebration happening in my mind, remembering otherwise and getting to do art more than once and it's okay. And it's wonderful. 

      Virtue ended up in a picture or a few, too :)

      Mom and I missed and giggled and then laughed as we saw Virtute come to fight a clear lid in a box. She even jumped up to stamp it harder!