Thanks for posting this...anyone else catch the part at the end where the guy says Trump will never

Spend one day in jail because he is entitled to secret service protection?

That thought depresses me. I really want to see TFG in prison for the rest of his life.

I hope it's okay to post a song that is probably my favorite song.

I spent the whole year when I was ten, listening to it as often as possible, over and over.

It brought me from a state of deep sadness to one of hope for the future, all within a few minutes of a song.

I can’t really think of any song I love more than this one.

Lots of people have made fun of me for liking this song, because of the heavy orchestration, which some people find kind of cheesy. But to me, the song couldn’t possibly be any more perfect and I am grateful to Peter Asher for his contributions to the final version of this song.

So, well, here it is. Maybe there will be one other person on DU who likes this song.

The great Jim Gordon played drums on this song, not Hal Blaine actually.

Jim wrote me a letter where he said he remembered recording that song so clearly (many songs he didn’t remember clearly or at all due to drinking and drugs)….

We had discussed the song because I had told Jim how much I loved that song.

RIP, Jim Gordon. Thank you for all the great music.

Finished this kitty painting today. I see some mistakes I need to fix though.

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Thank you to anyone who looks at this, likes, offers a critique, etc.

I am grateful. I make these paintings in my basement and it’s just me and my DH seeing them, so I’m thrilled when I get a chance to show my work to other artists because this can be a lonely hobby. 👩🏼?🎨

Trying again to post

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Oh good it worked this time!

Exercise after Carole Rodrique.

10x8 on pastelmat

Thank you for looking and for any helpful critiques because I always hope to learn and get better.

I went through a bout of depression recently but I’m feeling better and okay now.

I was thinking I might want to specialize in animal/pet portraits as they feel very satisfying to me to do.

I had been struggling with depression for about a year partly due to circumstances.

My life has recently improved and the bad feelings have lifted. I am so grateful, and wanted to post somewhere about feeling better and thought maybe this would be the place.

If we can just hold on long enough, sometimes we get to see the sun breaking through those clouds and we feel the warmth of the sunshine.

I am feeling that warmth and I am grateful. I have learned in my life to be very grateful when the depression lifts and I feel okay inside, at least for a little while.

Because those blues hurt worse than any physical problem I have ever had.

When the pain goes away, feels pretty amazing.

Thank you for your incredibly kind and caring reply

I am touched by it and it means the world to me.

I am grateful you took the time and energy to reach out to me even while you are stretched to the limit with trying to accomplish the important but Herculean work of honoring the lives of people and recording their histories.

I have often enjoyed reading histories recorded during the WPA times in the depression era and recognize the importance and long lasting impact of the work you are doing. Thank you for that, as well.

I am so sorry for the loss of your partner. 😭

Thank you for reassuring me it’s normal to feel badly after enduring this much bullying.

Thank you. ❤️🙏

(((Hugs))) I am sorry for the stress you are carrying. Your work must be very important, I think.

It is always the most important work that inflicts the most stress.

There has been a year and a half of cyber bullying of me by people I once looked up to and it’s taken its toll on me.

I feel marked as a leper and damaged and separate, never a chance to rejoin humanity or feel okay inside ever again. I feel profoundly alone no matter who is around. I can’t feel or accept any love offered to me. I am standing behind a glass wall with no door, with everyone else on the other side.

I am going through the motions, for everything. For anything. I look in the mirror in the morning and put on my makeup but feel such a strong urge to take an exacto knife and carve instead.

Just pretending to be normal on the outside.

I put on my makeup so I look normal. I do art so I seem normal.

I respond in the ways I have to, to appear normal. Going through the motions.

People tell me, it must be such a joyful thing to make your art. I smile and say “yes.”

The whole time I am creating I am telling myself how stupid and worthless I am and have always been and my existence is an affront to the universe.

The daydream that brings me happiness these days is being told by a doctor I have only a few months to live.

Some people dream of winning the lottery or going on a vacation or achieving something or buying something.

I guess I am dropping the mask here and exposing the real me. People get angry when I do that and it never ends well for me but lately I am tired of wearing the mask of normality.

Maybe I will get lucky

And death will come to me soon. It’s nice to have hope.

Yeah, this is how I feel these days.