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Mary Starts a Newsletter!Remember FIZZ? That was the paid subscription newsletter I once snail-mailed to many of you. This website followed, then my Etsy store, and a page on facebook. It’s getting too much for me to maintain all that while trying to write books and make art. So instead, I am making most of my work available on Etsy, and offering a free, “mostly monthly” newsletter. So check out my new comic strip newsletter for November. Please fill out the Opt In Form—I'm not allowed to just send it to everyone on my email list—so I can keep you up on my latest work.
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Fish Are Theraputic 2
Yesterday, realizing I can't expect anyone to read my mind, I sent an SOS out to a few friends and one, conveniently two blocks away and on spring break from teaching, came over within the hour, entertained me extravagantly, and went nuts over my fish.
Blue Stripe Snappers
Yes, I was on yet another fish painting, this one a school of Blue Stripe Snappers. How soothing it is to paint fish. I may begin an entire personal aquarium of fish. I may even venture into designing picine wardrobes.
Meanwhile, as I approach my next-to-last day and 32nd blast on Monday, I have another waiting room idea: The three walls of this small room are "papered" in cloth, which happily accepts pins and if the pins are slender enough--I took care to buy a packet of silk pins for my 31 little lake paintings that are already posted there, one each day--they don't even leave a noticable hole. These large blank slates are begging to be filled.
So why not, I thought, fill them with fish? I would print out a bunch of tropical fish, cut them out, and leave them there with a packet of pins and an entertaining sheet of directions: Each woman who sat there could choose a fish, write her name on it (first and/or last) and pin it up. As time goes on, the wall would become covered with beautiful fish, each representing a woman who also had sat there, also fighting cancer. And here's the kicker: Many of these women are just out of chemo, and fish, like them, have no hair!
However, having already been a drama queen at the radiation oncology center, I hesitate to suggest the women's locker room as a site for installation art. The staff may be welcoming Wednesday, when I will no longer show up at 8:12. But who knows?
You gotta try stuff.
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