girl at large

I like to write about life when you have a job, some kids, a fixer upper and a fatal disease.


Aunt Anna lent me these two paintings (from Grandma Mickey's gallery, signed 'Harris 1988') that I love. They are dark, but the front studio room gets enough sunlight that they don't look too gloomy. I remember these pieces and have always liked them. Anna pulled them out from storage —how is it everything ends up under Grandma's bed?–and is letting me hang them since I have all these big, empty walls to fill.

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