This is actually a contemporary painting created by Australian Aboriginal Artist Lucky Morton, one of mom's favorite art genres (along with Inuit/Cape Dorset printmaking, Molas from Panama, and Northwest Native American art) which somehow illustrates how her head feels right now...it hurts, pain looping, but some pretty in it... oddly, on the heels of a prolonged migraine lasting WAY too many days, she starts drawing like crazy, so SOMETHING GOOD happens during these times, we just don't exactly know WHAT! And, believe it or not, there is even a genre labeled "migraine art" because, apparently, this is not as uncommon or novel as we once thought. She is considered an
"Outsider Artist" (don't mean she draws outside, means she CRAZY if ya GOOGLE IT!) but each migraine leaves gifts when it departs, like an unwanted guest who enters uninvited, stays way too long, don't leave till it ready, yet drops off something we discover once pen meets paper in the "Great Aftermath." Ain't got no explanation, just wants her to feel better so we get treats, playtime, and cuddles! Plus, she in bed with a cantaloupe we know is meant for US and that is simply WRONG!
Once she feels better, we will express our displeasure with the cantaloupe having become her breakfast instead of ours. Until then, we just have to endure the moaning, the ice packs, whining,
and "i can't even get on the 'puter, and, OH BLOODY HORK, THINK I GONNA BARF!"
Thanks, mom, we needed that.
We so did NOT NEED THAT.
love,
long-suffering YumYum...sigh...an ethical breach of conduct
not only to STEAL our cantaloupe but then to, well, ya know!
HORKS & HISSES & CANTALOUPE KISSES!
"Outsider Artist" (don't mean she draws outside, means she CRAZY if ya GOOGLE IT!) but each migraine leaves gifts when it departs, like an unwanted guest who enters uninvited, stays way too long, don't leave till it ready, yet drops off something we discover once pen meets paper in the "Great Aftermath." Ain't got no explanation, just wants her to feel better so we get treats, playtime, and cuddles! Plus, she in bed with a cantaloupe we know is meant for US and that is simply WRONG!
Once she feels better, we will express our displeasure with the cantaloupe having become her breakfast instead of ours. Until then, we just have to endure the moaning, the ice packs, whining,
and "i can't even get on the 'puter, and, OH BLOODY HORK, THINK I GONNA BARF!"
Thanks, mom, we needed that.
We so did NOT NEED THAT.
love,
long-suffering YumYum...sigh...an ethical breach of conduct
not only to STEAL our cantaloupe but then to, well, ya know!
HORKS & HISSES & CANTALOUPE KISSES!
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