Thursday, September 25, 2014

4am Friends

I'm planning a trip back to San Francisco and Marin and can't help but think of the beautiful groggy WTF faces of the girlfriends I would call at 4am. I call them the Dead Body friends. They know where it's buried. Not that I would ever be a suspect but hey…if you've ever gone through a divorce…enough said.

So I post today thinking about these dynamic friends I don't see that often but carry with me in my iPhone every day. They are the ones that said: Paint, you can do it. Move, you'll find a community. Leave, you'll find another. Write, your audience will find you. Get healthy, you'll be grateful. And now it's my turn to to be the one who can pick up the phone at 4am, be the hooty wise owl if needed. Collectively, they are going through some heavy times. We will laugh, probably cry, these are sister friends. The ones who say shit you might not want to hear but you listen anyway because they are wise and funny and have your back and "get you".  Those ones. Those are the ones you call at 4am. And the ones that call me. xoxo

"Call Me" 9x12", acrylic on canvas.

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