The Girl Who Learned To Kneel

…probably one of the best titles I’ve ever typed…if only it was mine. That little bit of genius belongs to my friend Sharon, who has just put together a great new site, inspired by her art and—

(I’m writing this while house-sitting. And up to now the cat, Minny (boy or girl, who can know these things?), has been present but not particularly interested in me. My computer case, yes. She peed on that almost immediately. Does cat pee come out of neoprene? Excellent question. Now, all of a sudden she is perched at my feet, staring, acting all…invested. WTF, Minny? It’s disconcerting. Maybe she wants my beer, which is fine, because I still have 4 cases from Mexican Fiesta. Steam Whistle, Minny?)

That was a house-sitting digression, of which there are many, but seriously now, let’s focus on Sharon.

And her awesome new site, inspired by her art (as I was saying) and her experience with illness, and finding creative ways to overcome her illness (we hope), or at the very least pay for alternative treatment. And boy do I enjoy hearing about treatment sessions with the cranial sacral therapist. ‘Cause Sharon is an excellent raconteur. You should spend time with her.

Or at least buy some art.

She’s very talented, and when I was in grade 11, she helped me with a kick-ass project. So kick-ass, the visual art teacher asked me to join some special visual art club. Sadly, I had to decline because I can’t even draw the outline of a dog. I put Sharon’s name forward, but she wasn’t all that interested in doing high school again. Whatever, Sharon. Those were some great years. For some kids.

In conclusion, buy art. Support a friend of mine or forward this solicitation to someone who can. At the very least do some art of your own. Kurt Vonnegut says it doesn’t even have to be good. Just fucking do it. That’s what Sharon would say. Only she’d probably say it better.