More of my art work

Some of these things aren't what you would call art work, like the plastic fish on the wall in my hall.  I needed to write these two articles today because I woke up feeling depressed. A good cure for depression is appreciation. So I am appreciating all that I have here. I have a good life and sometimes I forget that. 

 

I bought several of the samplers at the same yard sale. This is a small one over my sink. It doesn't have a date on it.

 

This is also a smaller one dated 1856

 

I bought this one at a different sale, the newest one I have. Dated 1933. It says," Houses are made of brick and stone But homes are made of love alone. Anna Beall Johnson 1933.

 

I have five matted and framed prints that my son brought back from India. He bought a stack of them in a museum there and gave me these. My friend Steve had them matted and framed. Thank you Steve. And Tammy is also responsible for the frames. Thank you Tammy.

 

 

 

 

Thank you David for these prints.

 

This was a gift from Tammy. It is made out of a heavy paper with a light behind it. Thank you Tammy. It is in my kitchen.

 

 

 Above are two woven baskets I got at yard sales. That little rubber thing beside it is Chico's toy. He Loves that thing but I get tired of tripping over it as he puts it all over the house, right where I walk.

 

 

This is a photo of a tin sculpture Nicks gave me. His neighbors made it. You can tell what they like. I think it is very festive. Thank you Nicks.

 

 

Here is my Virgin Mary sculpture. I am not a Catholic but I like it anyway. Just as I don't smoke pot but I still like the sculpture above this one.

 

Here is my dog sculpture. It has a broken tail but I glued it back on. It is a copy of the ancient ones. I use it to prop up my i pad. This came from a yard sale here.

 

And last but least is my plastic sculpture of a fish. I think it is whimsical but it has no other redeeming qualities. And you saw the two ceramic faces in my garden in the other post.  So the other photos all went onto the last post with no problems. I am still testing out how the blog is working and at the same time trying to chase away my morning blues, by being thankful for all the things people have given me to make my life more interesting.

 One of my mother's other favorite phrases when I was down was, "Stop feeling sorry for yourself."  Telling someone to buck up, never works for me. (I realize now that she was just trying to make me feel better. She couldn't stand to see me feeling down.) Instead, that kind of advice just makes me feel guilty for feeling down and even more depressed.  But if I can reach into my own heart and be grateful for all I have, that helps tremendously.  Sad but true, you cannot FORCE another person to change his or her feelings. Only the other person can take care of that. I do feel better now and am going to take a walk with Chico into town. Looks like my blog is working again. 

As I just walked through my three room apartment again, I saw other things I did not put on here, ceramic painted bowls, pewter platters, wooden sculptures, etc... Where did all this stuff come from?  I guess from being here for so many years.  But I would trade it all in for time with my family. That is one of the biggest downsides of living in Mexico when your family still lives in the United States.