An animated - only in the sense of style ; ) - self portrait that TwinB executed sometime during high school when experiencing her regular bouts of fatigue and confusion.
She recently smacked into her 'confusion issues' again, showing up two days early for an appointment with her counsellor Kelly. She'd been checking -scrutinizing actually - the appointment card which apparently was for the 17th until she actually arrived that day where it mysteriously and without sense suddenly turned into a '19th'.
TwinB has a long history like that with numbers.
She phoned me from C-train, quite chagrined if not somewhat alarmed about the situation.
"My left hemisphere is totally useless...it's only there to Fung Shui my brain...oh let's just throw some pillows in that corner...or maybe it's ballast for my head so it doesn't tip over to one side"
You know you have mental health problems and/or disabilities when you have to get someone to fact check an appointment card for you.
Thank goodness Kelly received her report seriously. TwinB also mentioned getting hopelessly lost during a run then having to knock on a strangers' door at the edge of town for rescue.
The ultimate occured while at the Art Institute of Vancouver -she only realized that she'd been enrolled in a particular course when the transcripts came out and she'd failed it because she didn't know that it was on her course load and had never attended a single class.
Yup. She really did it.
Most people just have nightmares about that sort of thing.
Not her. She's really lived the 'dream'.
I'm relieved that she has resolved to have her special needs labelled and addressed. Be nice if we could get the guv'mint and or healthcare system to assist in some way or to at least make some allowances for her.
Trying to keep her going can often feel like juggling jello or herding cats...maybe even both at the same time. However she never ceases to impress me with a self discipline and tenacity that somehow burns through the fog.
MooseMan lives! Poor fellow finally has a face now that I discovered a nifty sawdust paste recipe.
After languishing in the basement for about 15 years I tossed the original body, redesigned it as a fish rather than human and changed the environmental angle from the destruction caused by logging (that's kind of a done issue) to the devastation of oceans and fisheries. 
(18 X 24, acrylic)
An animated - only in the sense of style ; ) - self portrait that TwinB executed sometime during high school when experiencing her regular bouts of fatigue and confusion.
Here's the dastardly chalk pastel. Don't know if I should redo it in acrylic which is a far more suitable medium for rendering rust. Probably better for moths too.
The chalk pastel piece I've been working on fell to the floor with a resounding 'bonk' this morning. It dropped vertically and landed on the bottom edge because I had used fairly stiff, heavy paper and in doing so managed to dislodge the last 2 hours of work I had applied.
