You know, I have a Dremel…

My mother is odd. And a brilliant painter. And a genuinely nice person, much more so than I am, but mostly a terrifyingly brilliant painter.

She has started a blog about her creative process. Interspersed with poetry in trochaic tetrameter assembled from sentence fragments about exploding Tricky-Dip, there is art that makes me want to cut off my painting hand.

Circuitous Route

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