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I have a passion for transforming trash into treasure– for repurposing potential throw-aways into absolute blow-aways. My family mocks me mercilessly about this. In fact, my nephews’ effort to humiliate me for saving cat food cans knows no bounds. They love to … Continue reading
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When I absent-mindedly dropped trash in our kitchen’s utensil drawer, I knew I’d taken the up-cycling-artist thing, a bit too far. As my partner Sara said, I’d been playing with tin cans too long. Maybe you’ve done something similar—cleaned up … Continue reading
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Or so Sara says. You see, my partner’s favorite color is orange, and hers is a strong preference. You might say it borders on the extreme. I suppose, it’s not unlike my extremist point of view when it comes to empty … Continue reading
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My wacky week of art production has been much ado about–you guessed it–tin cans. It hasn’t been a can of worms, exactly, but it hasn’t yet let up, either. In fact, it may have intensified. To be sure, things in my life … Continue reading
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I’m up to my artist’s ear lobes in cat food cans, ornament making, and painting projects. In fact, I’m so inundated with tides of creative crazy, that, should the water rise above those now damp lobes, my hearing could soon be sacrificed to the twin causes … Continue reading
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My partner Sara says I’m sick. She insists, as I’ve suggested before, that my condition is chronic, if not terminal—not for the ailing me, in this instance, but for those closest to my afflicted self—Sara, to be specific. Clearly, it’s a sad … Continue reading
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My access to the past feels broken these days—not a good development when one is writing a memoir—so it’s especially important that my “Rumble with the Tumble” in paper and paint continue. (To read chapter 1 of my memoir, click here … Continue reading
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It’s been two weeks since I fell head-first down our back stairway, earning myself some souvenir bruises and a side trip to the emergency room. The black and blue has faded, and now there’s little left but peace to be … Continue reading
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My partner Sara says—insists, actually—that I have a unique ability to focus—that I single-mindedly approach tasks—any task, large, small, or poop-related—with a singular vision, a keen work ethic, and unbridled enthusiasm. I am, if nothing else, someone who will get … Continue reading
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Since my close encounter with a stairway and subsequent visit to the emergency room last week, I’ve decided to tackle this nemesis stretch of steps creatively—taking it on as an art project, turning its surface into a canvas, of sorts. … Continue reading
Kathryn McCullough
Sara (Kathy's partner)
