I’m an introvert.

A.K.A I’m here, you’re there, and I’m ok with that.

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I can hear the train rumble outside a few blocks away.  I moved to Mt. Airy a few weeks ago and it feels so perfect, so far removed from everything and my mind is quiet.  Restful and thinking calmly.  This mask (the earrings are my addition) hangs outside my studio door and belongs to my roommate Michelle Stortz who teaches movement and yoga.  She specializes in working with cancer patients.

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It feels really good here.

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Getting things set up again.

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My Grandmother’s rocking chair that I want to carve this year.

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Some work, displays and some plants…

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I really want to keep the bookshelves spare…just a few things.  I need to build some more shelves in my bedroom for tchotchkes.

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My Grandfather, I think he was pretty ill at this point, but I’m not sure.  He died of colon cancer not long after this photo was taken though, couldn’t have been more than a year or two…  My brother Eddie is holding my little sister, Abigail, and on Pappy’s knee is my little brother, Earl.  I’m the one with my eyes closed and my chin on my Grandfathers’ head.  I’m wearing one of my favorite shirts–those ones they made in the 80’s with the thin plaid cotton,  long sleeves, pleated shoulders, and button up fronts.

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