Why do we do art? Why did cavemen paint bisons in caves? Why do we feel a need to decorate, to beautify, to make things ornate> I can’t really speak for the human race. For myself, I’m restructuring my world. By the time I’ve played with my images, it changes how I view my world. I am changed, whether I can change my world or not.

This last week was a bit of a roller coaster for me. I was supposed to have surgery last week on my knee that’s gone bad. After a roll call of more tests, I found I will have to wait for January for the prerequisite tests.

I have a no whine on line rule generally. Finding out I get to wait while my knee degenerates has left me belly low. I’ve gone through denial, doubt, fear, anger and have finally landed in that mud puddle of depression.

So this week I went into the studio, got out the most eye popping threads in my drawer. I pulled out the oranges, purples, yellows and greens and made the wildest flower I could. I’m told that Zinnias are called eyesores in Mexico. But what a way to make your eye soar!

Did it help? Yes. Yes it did. There’s something about yellow, orange, purple, red and green as a combination that lifts my heart. And it changes me.

So I’m making a pile of mushrooms. What better excuse for a riot of color? And yes, it makes me feel better. Perhaps I just needed more fiber in my diet.

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