I'd like to say I'm an artist and leave it at that. I paint faces, and way too many self portraits. But it's not because I'm an egotist. I'm just trying to figure myself out.I'm blowing glass again, and I dream of it constantly. But when I write down what I see, Kevin steals my ideas. I dream about Katrinas and Natashas. I dream of plush flowers bursting like firecrackers and old folk singers that look like my grandpa and the horseman.I have this uncontrollable obsession with palindromes, especially when it comes to time. If I notice that the clock says 9:09, I have to stare at it until it changes. I did the math and figured out that there is a total of 116 palindromes and doubles in a 24 hour day. I have a hard time moving, mostly because I'm in the process of wishing.And that's the other thing. I've learned that it's not that wishes don't come true, it's just a matter of wishing for the right things.Currently I'm a girl in Centralia, Washington, dreaming of the rest of the world. I want to change things, even if that just means teaching South American children to read and draw what they see and stretch their imaginations. I want to have a baby young, am mildly an aspiring domestic goddess, and am incredibly in love. I miss my heifer of a cat, and love nothing more than a Boccata pita #9.
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