Sadly, I have no interesting doors for Norm Frampton’s ThursdayDoors challenge. Obviously I just don’t get out enough!
This open door leads to a small art gallery which also serves as a studio. The artist sits at her easel all day long as people walk past on their way to near-by restaurants. If the weather is nice, she leans her paintings against the plate glass window in front. She is good, really good. If I had the money, I’d buy as many as I could. To paint out in public where people can wander by and remark is one of the bravest things an artist can do.
You probably won’t catch me doing that anytime soon. However, today I’m honored to be featured on Colleen M. Story’s Wellness and Writing blog. Please check it out if you have the time. Colleen is a gifted writer whose focus is on helping writers stay mentally and physically healthy. I’m hoping she’ll drop by the Twissel blog and give us some tips and maybe talk about her book Loreena’s Gift (sci-fi, fantasy) which is coming out on April 12! Here’s the beginning of the synopsis: Loreena Picket is a blind young woman who lives with her uncle, a reverend at a small-town church. Loreena has a strange gift, which she’s not really sure is a gift at all.
On another note: I’ve decided that my blog is pretty blah so, one of the bravest writers I know, Duke Miller and I are experimenting with new ideas on a blog we call Tin Hats. If you’re a fan of Duke’s, there are a few powerful often controversial posts there. I may even get brave and let loose my subversive side! Here’s a video that explains the theme of Tin Hats pretty well:
Saying nothing in particular 
Well, this is really disgusting. Lying to get ahead; telling people to f#uk off, hoping that someday you will amount to something; trying not to sweat so much at night when you wake up and mumble “where am I”; leaving a friend to fend for themselves on a dirt road; stealing a frozen roast out of some girl’s freezer because you need to feed strangers; being accused of causing a substantial rift between a man and his wife; throwing cereal at your fiancée; jumping out of a moving car for no good reason–all of these things and more. But then we are friends and can forgive each other in the church of Jesus Christ without Jesus Christ which means that literature is more important to us than religion. Finally, I believe you are either crazy or a saint and if you stop and think about it, both are pretty much the same thing.
We do it for the hagiography… right?
You’re welcome Duke!
Open doors are sad to door photogs, but it’s actually a very good sign, especially on churches, museums and galleries.
Yes, I agree. Studios with closed doors are deadly to painters – I only paint with all the doors and windows open or outside. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
I find the door interesting. I also agree it’s brave. Public poets are also brave.
I love American Beauty ❤
Thanks! I like the door too. Probably because I love what’s behind the door! Sometimes there’s that.
Love the door. Those are some eye catching titles on Tin Hats, I’ll give you that.
Thanks for checking it out! You’re pretty brave, aren’t you? ; )
I’ll check it out too
I’ve a collection of door photos I don’t know what to do with ,,, will have to check out Norms’ Thursday challenge. Thanks!
This was beautifully jam-packed Jan. And I learned plenty about you I didn’t know on the feature about you on Colleen M. Story’s Wellness and Writing blog. Welcome to the cripples’ club! I half-wrecked my ankles playing soccer and had screaming sinews for years. Then a physio did wonders for me.
I’ve been meaning to order your new novel Willful Avoidance for a while so I’m going to do it now. I’ll have a review up on Amazon within a week or 10 days I hope.
Ah, thank you so much Colm! If I didn’t hate hospitals so much I’d probably do something about my knees but it’s kind of like a best of two evils. I’ve got to get back to the Fabricator as well (got a bit way laid by taking care of mom. I’ve been barely able to keep up with blogging!)
I like maps but I love the old ones 🙂
Thanks Sloanie. Somehow your comment got attached to the wrong post but that’s okay. I knew what you meant!! ; )