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Nope.  I Got This

October 14, 2015 at 7:10 am

 I am a mess.  I am still here for my cherished ones.  But it’s a great feeling to be sad.  When I’m too happy (often) I have nothing to say.   
This is the only place I will take refuge late at night.  And I’ll always have pictures, or else it would be boring.  Boring is the most hideous crime one could ever commit.


No more bullshit.  Get back to truth.  I will be at home trying.  That’s my dream.   I declare that I will be a painter.  I want to leave beauty here when I die.  Life is short and aging can be so annoying.

Doing what you love has always seemed like an impossible wish.  My husband Dave’s love is why.  So, I’ll see you in the studio ❤️❤️❤️

Not Insane Anymore Clearly

July 26, 2015 at 7:16 am

Proud to be his wife, always.  He is a true activist and forever evolving artist. 

PEN and Los Angeles Contemorary Exhibitions will always get our support.     I admire their grace, sensitivity, intelligence, diligence and boldness.

And then you don’t come between a Gurl and her Wheel of Fortune slots.  EVER 

But then I get scolded for using the F word at HARRAH’s??? Fuck that 


June 21, 2015 at 5:56 am


You’re a pretty cute kid.  

Even if you’re old now, you’re still a cute kid.

Everything you taught me about cars is still all I know about cars.

That awkward first day we saw each other for the first time in 15 years, watching your beloved eldest daughter be married.   

That following year’s visit, picking up the groom’s ashes from the funeral home.

All I wanted was for you to do right by the ones that need your love and deserve it.   

I think you may finally be getting it.  Going to your only granddaughter’s graduation gave me lots of hope for you. 


I’m proud of you, Dad.  You just may be that dad, great guy that I know you are, somewhere in the distant past. 

  My expectations are zero, now that I’ve truly forgiven him for ditching me for over a decade.  I know it’s true because I wouldn’t ever want him gone again. Ever.


 You’ve never been cruel to me.  Only showed me kindness, love and struggled for my well-being.  If my dad hadn’t been such a great guy to me, I would probably not have been able to know what one truly is. 
Thanks for all that stuff.  

Happy Father’s Day

Thank You for Having These Kids

June 15, 2015 at 5:29 am


I wasn’t really a good kid in high school.  But I had the most monumental crush of my entire life, at that age, on my teacher.  To get his attention, I stayed in school and graduated so he would be proud of me. 

My niece is thankfully the opposite of me.  She’s a winner and humanitarian wrapped in impeccable beauty, which I’ve never seen her use the way I would.  She is astonishing to me.  Our future on this earth looks bright.


May 4, 2015 at 6:33 am

   I received this gift for a holiday that has every right to exclude me.  But Dave has the greatest mother in the universe and she showers me in love and affection too:)  Luckiest!! This is my mom holding me outside of our trailer in Oklahoma when I was a baby.  My dad drilled for oil for Haliburton and she was a baby having babies.  I don’t know how in the hell I got named Oriana? Me, my sister and Michelle and Janelle in Thomas, OK.  I found these pics on my mom’s Facebook page from her old pal, Larry Ledbetter.  As soon as I grabbed these images, I deleted the FB app from my phone and made (another) declaration to quit being so sneaky, nosy, petty and cowardly by using goddamn FB to spy on my mom.    That complicated mess of an interface is SO unnecessary.  My real bffs just text me our old dorky pictures before they post them anyway:)


Oil Struck

April 29, 2015 at 5:13 am

   This is my beginning to the oil painting that’s been my fate.  Until this body perishes from our earth, I will joyously  paint oil.  I’m too in awe to articulate the feeling, it’s too soon, too new, too exhilarating to spread the paint and behold the richness of color.  We are still in love.  Nothing is finished and it is all spoken for.  

 Thank you, Henry.  

Restoration Preservation

March 25, 2015 at 6:46 am


The world was feeling flat and I found life on the planets Oil and Turpentine. I’m never going back to acrylic except for emergencies.  Goodbye to that decade.  Welcome life and motion, breathing and secrets kept behind cherished faces, taken to eternity.  Even if everything gets ruined along the way, I shall brush all my artwork with love and oil.

No Formal Education

March 11, 2015 at 6:21 am

I only graduated high school.  But aced English and History, according to these red marks on my papers. 

I’m still an ignorant little fuck if I don’t go in search of more answers that don’t get graded.  

This is the knowledge that has really added up. 

I didn’t read any of these in school and I should have.  It should have been the law  to teach  us this while we were young and maybe I could have been less of a douche face? ? 

This is the book that started the fire inside of me that rages on still to incinerate that ignorance I’ve ignored for so long.  Reading this book made me care.  I even  gave my copy to my 18year old niece so she can make a difference asap. 

I don’t really like being dumb.  Or wrong.  Both of them are too similar.  But this book above, will awaken you.  There’s no turning back to arrogance now.  Also, the Malcom X autobiography is one of the Greatest Books in the whole written world.  He is in that book and his life will affect you forever.  Greatness never dies.  Just people. 

Not Overthinking. Trying sucks

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Painted From Memory

January 2, 2014 at 3:30 am

I have a Painting in a show next weekend at Coagula Gallery in Chinatown, L.A. But, I’m not done with my work! Fuck!!!! But it will be ready soon:)