OK GIRLS!

Girls Will Be Girls, Gouache and Digital Print on Paper

Are you ladies ready to talk some art and some life skills? Do you have your practical, yet cool black dress on? Do you have a glass of not quite the cheapest wine in your right hand?

It took me a long time to accept that I am a girl. Sure, I was once a girl, but I left that behind to become a woman, a lady, a mom, a wife, female, gynecological. a bitch and an artist. I forgot about my dolls and my rainbows. I set aside my hearts and my lips. I grew up. My dolls went to live with other girls whose time had not yet come, Some dolls went on to sell themselves at garage sales and thrift stores. A used doll comes cheap. Played with already, what use do they have? A virgin doll in a box, now that has value.  One day while cleaning the basement, I was talking to one of my old dolls found lost and forgotten under a bunch of musty blankets. I asked her why she looked so sad and tired. She said that I had forgotten what it had been like to be a girl. She told me that I was not proud to be a girl. Sure, she said. You went on to go to college. You went on to get married. You went on to have children. You went on to have a career. But, you forgot to stay a girl. I smoothed her frizzled hair and said. I can't be a girl. If I'm a girl no one will take me seriously. Girl stuff is just baby stuff. It's like a diaper, disposable and full of shit. The doll blinked her pretty blue eyes and frowned. See what I mean, you don't respect the girl. You consider the life of a girl disposable. She isn't worth anything until she throws away all the things that make being a girl important. That why I started this blog. How did you start a blog, your just a doll and have been stuck down here in this cardboard box for years. Anyone can start a blog.