Wednesday, November 20

I spill my guts in this one

Last weekend O and I celebrated our anniversary in New York. We took that trip to Portland in September kinda also to celebrate our anniversary (ten years baby!) But...I was super sick on that trip. One night when we were meeting with friends to have dinner I had to pace up and down the street trying my hardest not to puke/shit/faint/implode. Finally I took some charcoal and it made me better. Then I had a dinner that was painful. But what are you gonna do? I didn't sleep, I couldn't be touched. It was. Um. Not hot. At all. It was due to the zero stomach acid/leaky gut bullshit I have going on.

I swear I haven't been this happy, or had this much fun in ages.

You will (better be) be elated to hear that I felt great while we were in New York. I have strict diet to follow, so that was a slight bummer..who am I kidding. I can live life without crippling stomach pain and bloating so who gives a shit if I can't eat what I like. I can eat. At all. Thats pretty epic if you ask me. I am not drinking, as alcohol is inflammatory, and also fucks with my hormones. Lordy I don't need my hormones getting messed with any more than they already are. So basically I just drink grapefruit juice and pretend its a cocktail. In New York I splurged and drank a few dirty martinis. They. Were. Marvelous.

It was so great to have fun again! We kept looking at  each other and saying "this is so fun!" I never have fun anymore, did I mention that? I haven't been very social because I get sick so often (nausea, unexplained crippling stomach pains, ass-slapping fatigue, my throat closes up and I can't talk ((wha wha?)) blinding headaches. I basically have party pooper disease. Ha!

I really love me a dirty martini. We like hotel lounges, especially really posh ones in New York, especially off hours. Its like a whole other world in there. This was at Sirios in the Pierre after we had a little nap in the park.

Wanna know what is so great? I feel better. I have some witches stirring a cauldron and making magic for me. By witches I mean a few naturopaths. And its working. I am taking so many supplements, herbs, potions and lotions that I can't even begin to make a list. I still get tired easily so even in New York I quite literally just passed out early a night or two. I had so many extra things to pack for our trip that I had to take an extra large suitcase and check it. I don't even care. Its working! I almost can't believe it, I think I am having fantom pains because sometimes I can't actually believe that I am just sitting here and I feel...normal. Dare I say healthy?

I will skip ahead and not go on about all of the awfulness of the last year.

My favorite hotel! We love staying at The Bowery and I look forward to it every year. The bellhops know us now. Is there anything more fabulous than room service? I used to need a cappuccino ever morning but now I don't have any diary. I love my black coffee in the mornings now. I can't give up coffee.

As you can imagine there has been a lot of fallout in my life. I withdrew from social activities because, maybe you can relate, but I got tired of being uncomfortable and not at home. Maybe I got depressed for real. I also cried. Lets see, I cried every single day. Basically I cried every single day for a year, and then like all day long for several months. This, after a year of doing fertility treatments (newsflash, it was the fertility treatments that made my already weak system much worse. Thank you fertility industrial complex that I inexplicably got myself caught up with,  I paid out of pocket for poison.) I woke up crying. Like desperate sobbing fueled by anger and anxiety and images of my life slipping away like sand on a windy day. My dear sweet O is always so supportive. But can you image your partner in life acting like that all.the.time. No, me either. It would be hard for me.

Birthplace of Roosevelt. Can you even deal? Right down the street from Gramercy Tavern, one of my favorite restaurants ever. 

O has never been sick, not really sick. Ever. He does his best to understand but, and I promise you, no one else knows. No one else can imagine. Thats why people form support groups when they get the wind knocked out of them in life. Ohhhh. Thats why. So one night I was doing the usual and crying and muttering to myself and feeling really sorry for myself when I realized this: I have to get my shit together dude. I can't be a person who overcomes a terrible situation if I wallow in it. I have to have faith in my doctors, allow it to take its time, and I have to stop obsessing and spending every inch of energy on trying to control this situation. I was making a bad situation worse. Much worse.

Is this the coziest lobby you have ever seen? My happy place is sitting by that fire with my love and giggling madly and sipping a martini.

So. I started a gratitude journal. I also write down when I do something I am really ashamed of, or things that scare me or boys that are cute and teachers I hate. After I got an actual firm diagnosis it was like my anxiety faded away and I had a choice. I could grab it and hold it here with me and focus on the things still unkown, or I could embrace the future and let go of all the negative stuff and let it live in the past. It has no place in my future. (Diagnosis: High estrogen that along with low adrenal function since teen years caused endometriosis and infertility  Low thyroid function (thyroiditis) that caused low stomach acid that lead to leaky gut and some pretty bad food allergies and systemic inflammation and an immune system that is going bazerk trying to heal it and just making everything worse. Mal-absorption meaning not getting vitamins from food. Awesome)

I also stopped talking about it so much. Why? Because I was so focused on getting better, on understanding why I felt like I was dying from the inside out that I obsessed over it. I let it dominate me. I let it make me even more selfish that I already am. I was not a person who could support others, or be present or live in the moment. I couldn't be spontaneous, or fun or anything but miserable and did I mention that I cried a lot? I wasn't having fun because I was choosing to focus on not having fun.

I found this on pinterest and it was like it was written just for me. I feel so much peace when I read this.

So I have been letting go. Just letting it wash off of me. I feel like when I scrub my skin it is opening up my pores and smoke is coming off of me. Melting negativity is leaving my body. Sooo wishy washy but you know what. You gotta go deep when you need to. You gotta get spiritual and have faith and embrace the healing power of positivity. It is changing me permanently this letting go. It is changing how I paint. It is really changing how I paint. I crave subtle energy now, peace and calm. I am so moved by the expression in a single line. I crave simplicity and at the same time transparency. Its like before I was holding so much inside of myself that my painting was the only place I could escape from it. And now it is all open, all coming out and so much a part of me that it is reaching out and turning my head and whispering in my ear. Its my aha moment.

So wonderful to go to the Neue gallery and have brunch at Cafe Sabarsky as we always do when we visit. My favorite person in my favorite place. Pretty sweet.

I can't do anything about having a wonky body. I will never stop fixing myself, then falling apart again. I will never just reach a place where I don't have to work hard to make myself better, or deal with whatever there is to deal with. Why did it take me so freaking long to figure this out? But I choose to look at this as the beginning of something new. I won't write blog posts anymore about how I am almost better, just about to be perfect but not quiet. I didn't want to write a negative blog post either, but its good to get it out and maybe you can relate with this. Maybe you need a helping hand, like I did, do, always will. I feel like saying this all out loud and admitting how badly I have handled this shitty situation is healing in and of itself. I didn't reach some prize, I didn't pass the test but I did finally get that it doesn't matter.

Tuesday, November 19

This is touching me today

Thank you Joy for pinning this today. It is exactly what I needed to see. I keep alluding to an illness in my life that is making me change and evolve don't I? Well, I am alluding to it again here: I am looking at life with new eyes recently and my painting is changing too. I have turned down every project or collaboration, sale, or licensing consideration that would mean more work for me until 2014, at least. I am "going deep" and really focusing on expressing some ideas that are overwhelming me lately. Ideas that wake me up at night, ideas that I can see far away from me pulling me toward them. I don't care what happens, I just know that I have to create with my eyes closed for a while.

Tuesday, November 12

25% off of everything!!

Including canvas prints! I have some new work, and a few new prints too. Not to mention plenty of original paintings to choose from! Shop now and enter "thanksforthediscount" at checkout.

Particularly, 13x19 print. 35usd.

Naked and Famous print, 13x19. 35usd.

Rather Like You, print! 35usd.

Pop Rocks print (don't forget the calendar too!)

Some of my favorite paintings are still available too.

Monday, November 11

Alexander Wang dress is bonkers

I just bought should too.


Thats all really. Except to tell you that last year I lost my favorite black dress that an old boyfriend bought me from Banana Republic over 12 years ago! It was amazing and somehow it disappeared. Sad. I have been looking for a "perfect" black dress in jersey ever since. Remember when Banana Republic had nicer clothes? Like 1/4 of the variety they have now, but really nice quality? Yeah, those were the days.

Update: I would wear it with this bra. Or the next one I can find with a pretty, lacy back (that latches in the front, or has no latch) in about five minutes of searching on Zappos.

SAD! It was sold out. I am super sad. I never got it :(

Wednesday, November 6

NEW canvas prints are here....again

New canvas prints are in the store right now! I am pretty excited about these, and they look amazing, if I do say so myself.

Bermuda Biangle. This painting sold so fast, I almost couldn't make a scan of it. 36x48 inches, wrapped onto a sold wooden frame 1.5 inches deep. Wired and ready to hang, and has my logo on the back.

Dark and Stormy is 40x40 inches. The original is 48x48 inches, but that size is very cumbersome, and expensive to ship, but 36x36 seemed too small for this one. The canvas print is wrapped around a 1.5 inch deep solid wood frame, with logo on the back. Wired and ready to hang, natch.

ps. The original Dark n Stormy is still here! The print is slightly lighter than the original, that is just something that happens when you are trying to translate an original to a digital print. Because Dark n Stormy has so much light to dark variation, it is more obvious with this print.

End of End! This painting represents the first time I started to play with washes on a painting that I sold to the public. Whew. Anyway its a 36x48 inch canvas print wrapped onto a 1.5 inch solid wood frame. Wired and ready to hang with my logo on the back. All of my prints ship from our warehouse in Michigan via Fedex.

I am going to send out a newsletter, but since you love me so much that you actually read all the way to down here, you get 25% off! Just enter "Shenanagram" at checkout for your discount.  You can use the discount on any pre-stretched canvas print. Contact me for wholesale stuff.

Lets not forget that the 2014 calendar is also here! Featuring my Pop Rocks painting. You can still enter "thatswhatshesaid" to get 15% off any print, including the calendar.

Tuesday, November 5

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