Charleston

We got back from Charleston Friday. I had not been in about 10 years.

Daya and I were ready to leave by Wednesday, but only because we missed the freedom of home and the cats.

The weather was terrible for the most part, but I got 2 paintings done plus one sketch on the airplane.

My aunt and I get along but as it goes with family, one has to have a certain tolerance.
Those things I needed to leave are still there.  The emotional hyper-sensitivity over nothing, the heavy oppressive old-generation religion.... I'm done with those.

Short visits are ok.  I went on the condition that there would be nothing to do with my mother (who is 5 minutes away), and she respected that.  My aunt makes good cocktails and knows how to laugh.  She gave me pictures, which I have never had.  I got the rain lamp working again.

I don't mind going back at some point but I have a three day maximum.
It is good to be home.


Airplane sketch

6x8 oil

6x8 oil