Knock Knock? Who cares.

“What we’ve got here, is a failure to communicate.” ~Julia Child, Cool Hand Luke.

The longer you go without writing, the more daunting the task becomes. Where do I start? So much has happened! Nothing has happened! I’m sleepy. I’ll make a quick snack first. Look at that bird outside. I need to switch the laundry. You know the drill. Whatever, I’ll write something witty about procrastination tomorrow. But for now, consider this post an ice-breaker.

Happy Thanksgiving and Hanukkah and Kwanza and Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everybody! Let me bring you all up to speed a bit with the Cliffs Notes of the past 2 months.

First, there was our normal family Thanksgiving:


In the words of Martha Washington, “Go big or go home.” That cousin of mine, Jake Nodar, really does spice up the holidays. Don’t worry, we didn’t eat that food, he made a full dinner just for the photo shoot. Mashed potato socks, turkey pee pee warmer, stuffing bra, cranberry buttons, and sweet potato beard and hair complete with mini marshmallows. Boring, I know.

Around October, I started painting again, and between Thanksgiving and Christmas, I had 3 portrait commissions to complete. All I did, and I mean every spare minute, was paint. Just ask my poor, neglected boyfriend. Did you know I went to Art School? I did. I’m no Michelangelo, but I do what I can.


My boys. 3 ft. x 3 ft. Oil.

12" x 18". Oil.

12″ x 18″. Oil.

20" x 24". Oil.

20″ x 24″. Oil.

26" x 30". Oil.

26″ x 30″. Oil.

Chevy Seville. No it's not., it's just lemons.

Chevy Seville. No it’s not., it’s just lemons.

Cloris Leachman. Nope, just a flower.

Cloris Leachman. Nope, just a flower.

Finally the paintings were finished, either delivered or shipped, and I could get on with the heavily over scheduled, overpriced, and stress inducing holiday known as “Christmas.”

What do you get when you cross an Aunt, 5 cousins (one being Jake) their significant others (one being hammered and from Boston) all of their children, a recovering alcoholic and my children, my brother and his wife, two lesbians, enough food for 80 including four, yes four kinds of meat, and a partridge in a pear tree? 20+ people in pajamas in varying states of intoxication in a house that can’t be more than 800 square feet aka the best kind of Christmas ever. Here are a few scenes from Christmas day:



XMAS2“Knock Knock”

“Who cares”

~Wyattism #164

So, that was November and December in a nutshell. Pepper all of that with kids, a boyfriend, and horrific peri-menopausal mood swings, and you have my version of the holidays. I have certainly accumulated some material to write about, and hopefully I can get back into the swing of this blogging thing.

I have really missed all of you, what the fuck have you been up to?

Until next time, in the words of Susan B. Anthony, “peace out.”

40 replies

  1. Tracy,
    Your paintings are great, but a painting by you of Le Clown would be greater. Or something that ends with -est, like magnificent-est.
    Happy New Year, mon amie.
    Le Clown

    • Thank you! It’s good to be back, too easy to get swept up in the holidays, life, etc…It’s supposed to be like riding a bike, but it feels more like riding a porcupine, whatever the hell that means.

  2. Tracy, good to see you back. I’d only been thinking about you the other day and wondering how you were doing. Love the paintings and delighted that love is still centre of the canvas!!

  3. Oooh my holiday goodness … how I have missed you (and Jake). 🙂 I was about to become a creepy internet/blogger stalker type to find you.

    “Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back … to that same old place you laughed about”

    Happy New Year!

  4. Welcome back! Glad to see you still alive and kicking. Or at least alive. Your paintings are spectacular. 🙂
    JM fka CB/CombatBabe

  5. Happy New Year to you and all yours *hugs* Now the New Year has had the kick-start it needed 😀

    I really like the energy of your paintings, and how well you catch expressions.

  6. Love your portraits – very cool style. I sort of vegged out over the holidays and just this week managed to get back in the saddle. I think my Christmas was a lot like yours without the PJs and with an extended game of full-contact spoons.

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