Dbee Robinson Artist - The Fat Struggling Menopausal Artist

  It’s been a rollercoaster of emotions since November last year, and January was just hell. I am pretty much broken and feel I’m in a constant state of panic. However, every day I try to find a little bit of joy to help me through the week.  A coffee in a cafe, the sun on my face, cooking a delicious lunch, finding that perfect jacket when shopping with my Brother, seeing a friend, messages from my grandchildren, time in the garden, my lovely neighbour Mary popping round, listening to the early morning bird song, etc.  My American Sister is texting me hugs every day, and knowing my dearest friend, Barbra and her husband Gary, are there for me feels like a joyful safety net of love. My dear friend Richard in Mauritius messages every day, and I awake to a hello every morning, it is such a joy too.  Friday was pottery evening with my darling daughter Lisa, and although I really didn’t want to go out, time with her is always precious; she is always a joy to be around an...

  I'm waiting. Waiting for my David to come home. I know it's stupid, I know he has gone. I almost forget for a second, and then remember. And then lie to myself, he will be home soon.  I even know it's a lie, but I don't care. I force myself to believe he is on his way. One day, it will truly hit me. And I will crumble into oblivion. But for now, I will continue to lie. Just so I can get through each day. dbee 💔

No title - Any ideas comment below - Mixed media It’s been a pretty gutty few months but I actually feel that I am back in control of my life and my feelings. Things had built up and like a contained pressure cooker, it exploded taking casualties. Now I must admit I wasn't the one to blow up, but I am certainly one of the casualties who almost melted into oblivion. When I was younger I would sit on Hayling Island beach and look at the waves, staring at their shapes, size and colour, (Yes, they have colours). They have a hypnotic, rhythmic almost cleansing sensation to me. The sounds of each wave crashing on the shore, cleaning the sand and my soul, it just calms me. It's what I listen to at night via an APP called CALM when I can't sleep, or my body is dog tired but cannot keep up with my racing cat alert mind which just wants to play all night. Sometimes when things go bad for us, we just want to cut our losses and run to save ourselves from further stres...

For me its very difficult to paint when feeling low, worried or in pain as I have been recently after facial surgery. An exhibition with my art group last month encouraged me to finish a few paintings to show and create this years christmas card, but other than that my creative MoJo has sort of Moved on, so I'm concentrating on Christmas. And Christmas is just around the corner (....oh my where did this year go) Im making a list and of course checking it twice, mustn't forget anyone. This year it is relatively easy as all the children are getting one of my Doodle T-shirts. After spending over a year sourcing a decent local printer I am please to finally announce I'm now selling my lovely designs on ETSY. Its very difficult to get started as with no previous customers I have no reviews to reassure potential buyers.  I have Original Paintings, Prints and my T-shirts but not many views and only one sale. Struggling yet again. Why not have a look and let me k...