I GUESS EVERYTHING TURNED OUT ALL RIGHT IN THE END

I was searching through a drawer the other day, trying to find someone's lost address, and found a cache of paper stubs bundled up with a rubber band. The top scrap was yellow with age and ragged around the edges. Written on it in a neat, matter-of-fact cursive was a  message:

                          Nancy,

                          Call me if you need an ear or a place to stay.

                           XXOO

 

The note was unsigned and undated.

Several days later I'm still wondering who wrote that note and what was happening to me that was so dreadful I might need an ear or a  place to stay. 

THE GOOD LISTENER, 2020, oil on canvas, 24” x 18”

A version of this blog post originally appeared on January 15, 2015.

Safety First!

I’ve got my sunscreen…I’ve got my sunhat…I’ve got my art supplies…I’ve got my indoor plumbing…I’m all suited up to spend the day inside my studio, working on my self-portrait as a plein air painter.