I mentioned in amy's blog that right now I'm totally self involved and yes I am and it feels farking good.  I'm painting again - had stopped really putting aside time for it for a few years - packed up a house, broke myself doing that and other things, then unpacked a house and gradually started feeling an awful lot of pain because there's nothing quite like being an old lady getting thrown around by a horse or two and then falling off ladders and landing on radiators plus having a history of skating and falling and biking and falling and routinely walking miles and miles - the body evolved into a bit of a hot mess and not in the way I wish it still was.  

so after having some hardware installed in my ankle I'm feeling somewhat better.  using a cane and that's okay because it gets us priority treatment when we're out and about (to phyllis - YES GET THAT HANDICAPPED CAR TAG AND ENJOY!!) and I could (but don't - but have when I started my first post op excursions) use those electric scooters in supermarkets which are the shit! (but embarrassing) (one time I made a BEEP BEEP sound and got a mega stankeye from some upscale beyotch in whole foods) (fucker)

I'm painting.  Im making some pretty interesting watercolors and it's frustrating but great too.  you should know today in particular its hot as fuck out there - just had to come in - the thermometer read 107 - don't know if it's correct or lost it's little mind but it felt that hot, hot enough to force me to come in.  so I'm drinking icy delicious mango juice mixed with iced tea and enjoying my cool living room and writing to you my friends.  

but I'm going back out!

I'll either update this blog or do another and show you some of the stuff I'm doing.  basically I'm obsessed with one tree and some shrubs.   heres the boring story:

we installed a tall fence for the dogs immediately.  but a survey done some months later showed we had fenced out about ten feet of our property which included said shrubs and a mature crabapple tree.  we do not like the neighbors who benefitted from our error.  they parked their heavy construction shit on the new fence and let their dogs crap all over our shrubs and tree, and even though they asked us repeatedly to not redo the fence and offered to care for the plants, we figured they're slobs and we wanted our land so we had our guy come back and dig out the fence panels and posts and we got our shrubs and tree and they are beauteous.  

so now I'm painting. it's fun.  this is MA.  we have a lot of trees.  I love doing tree portraits.  

BUT finding my voice isn't easy.  it's changed.  so there's a lot of lame attempts coming out.  oh..I can make a pretty picture but that's not what I'm about.  I'm about the rhythm and the energy and the joy.  it has to be true to what I'm need to feel when I'm doing it. and I can't control this.  all I can do is keep trying until it speaks to me.   I'm starting to hear whispers.

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Comment by Safe Bet's Amy on August 4, 2017 at 11:52am

Even with your fucked up neighbors (who at least could let you play with the heavy equipment), dog shitted upon shrubs, jacked up ankle and your *ahem* very advanced age, I am jealousing.

Having absolutely zero artistic skills I am envious of those who do.  Yeah, yeah, I know... everyone is good at something (my something involved making enough to keep our roof over our heads and then some), but I really wish I could draw, paint, sculpt or something.  (...and, no... don't tell me to try it.  Been there, done that, got told "my that is "interesting".  What is it?".)

Anyways, seems like those things are good for your head, if not your karma, so carry on Ms. Artista.

P.S.  I just had a mental image of your racing down the aisle at Whole Foods in one of those scooters that had one of those big "V" shaped snow plows y'all use back there.  You were cackling like a maniac, btw.  

Comment by Rosigami on August 4, 2017 at 12:22pm

 I sure do like your enthusiasm - for everything that comes your way. Can't wait to see your stuff! 

It's hotter than fuk here, too. Plus smoke coming down from the fires in poor beleaguered BC has rolled over the whole area and made everything weird. Beautiful sunsets and red moon, though...yes, I'm painting it...

Comment by Foolish Monkey on August 4, 2017 at 12:23pm

I love you too crazy beyotch!

keep these assholes honest! 

(If not honest, then on their creaky toes.)

PS. You nailed it. I cackled off down the vegetable aisle at a lightening paced crawl!

Comment by Jonathan Wolfman on August 4, 2017 at 12:33pm

Terrific you are energised to paint!!

Comment by koshersalaami on August 4, 2017 at 2:58pm

Can't wait to see what you're doing

Music to ride your supermarket scooter by:



Comment by J.P. Hart on August 4, 2017 at 3:24pm

Holy Marconi!

You're truly inspirational, FM.

It's something like 54 degrees here in Lake Geneva. Infinite canvass. Well, surplus anyhow. I sense your vibrancy singing thru the wires, looking forward to some Grey Goose, seltzer and blush of cranberry.  Grillin' Sweet Baby Ray's caramelized Guam shrimp. Not far on the wind, some kid is piano practicing: As Time Goes By.

Comment by Rita Shibr on August 4, 2017 at 7:01pm

Hello Monkey,  good to hear you are back painting,  the world is tilting back in it's axis and the corn is high here in rural Pa... the cicadas are going wild and August is in full throttle here.  It was 90 something earlier but cooled down nicely and I am sitting by an open door to hear the night noises even as the air hum for sleeping husband.  

Sorry to hear of the body difficulties, damn getting older is hard as hell,  I feel for you and all of us over 50.  The moon is coming up over the trees and it's going to be a lovely night.  Thinking of you my friend paint on! 

Comment by greenheron on August 4, 2017 at 7:33pm

Monkey, sounds like you gave the painting carburetor a good swift kick. It will be fun to see the results. Or a verbal description if you don’t feel like showing. Trees are so much fun as subjects. They don’t keep trying to itch their nose and you don’t have to buy them pizza in exchange for modeling. I’ve drawn Big Gingko a dozen times. Also a giant fat fleshy copper beech down the street. 

You on the rascal cart sounds kinda badass. How fast can those things go?

Reets was here–hi Reets! Moon up here too and those little crickets. 

Comment by Foolish Monkey on August 5, 2017 at 11:10am

Hello all - going to be a polite neighbor and say hello to all of you (and thanks for the support). 

Then I'll get to work on the followup with some images.  just cause you asked and just cause I'm as big a ham as any of you.

Rosi, that smoke is scary shit.  when we lived in CA smoke meant serious trouble and since we've left even more so.   I hope you have an AC socked away for such weird weather events.  I would suggest that to anyone - have one in the basement or a closet.  even if it's a tiny one.  can make all the difference in the world.  as they say in those idiotic beer commercials, stay cool my friend.  

Terry, I'll have the blog up by tonight.  

Jon, it's true.  whats nice about this property is it's private.  our last house there was no privacy and people stopped by to say HI if I was outside working.  so I stopped working outside because it was not just distracting but intimidating in a way.  one time, a garbage truck stopped and the guy stood at the fence yelling at me to show him my work and could he come inside and take a look.  I know he meant well, but when you're an artist and you work on the streets, that's a given. but in your home or your backyard, it's just weird.  

I'm outside every day that I can get outside.  I'm having a ball.

Comment by Foolish Monkey on August 5, 2017 at 11:24am

kosh, thanks.  I"ll put some up tonight.  I'm thinking of showing them in chronological reverse.  

JPH,  is it that cool in wisconsin?  I thought you guys were getting some of that heatwave.  in any case, thank you for your upbeat, poetic words.  I would give my eyeteeth for some vodka and cranberry and shrimp.  that sounds divine!   thank you.  :D

rita, my beauty, it's all getting better, slowly, yes but I tend to think that's how the world works.  everything in it's time.  it's tilting back for us I hope with all my heart.  it's been a rough couple of years, hasn't it?  but I think it feels better, lighter.   maybe we'll start writing poetry again.  it eludes me right now.  but it comes back in little pieces, so there's still hope.  hugs to you my dearest girl. 

heron, I don't give kicks.  it comes as it comes.  as I wrote to jon, I love working out of doors but I despise disturbances and intrusions.  I spent a long month in vermont painting with frank mason's group I loved going out on site and painting.  at the time I lived near central park, and after that summer I figured it'd be easy working out of doors because I love people and gabbing, but when I work - the last thing I want is anyone near me bugging me, asking me questions or even looking over my shoulder.  I HATE when someone looks over my shoulder when I'm working.  screws up the flow.

the electric carts go about minus zero miles an hour.  but they wicked turn on a dime.  they also do the backup beeps, which is really REALLY attention getting and embarrassing as hell. 


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