What we wish for.

"Mama, your boobies are low and my boobies are high ...
... Why did you say 'Thanks a lot?' "

          Pelle, my son, age 3 1/2

I taped this quote to the mirror in my studio 5 years ago and I look at it every day. It makes me laugh.

​Ask a woman what she wishes were different about her body and she will tell you: a less jiggly rear, bigger/smaller boobs, longer legs, thinner arms, a flatter stomach, pretty knees ... 

Ask children this same question and they will be brutally honest about their wants. They will look you in the eye and answer:  

          Wings. 
          A tail. 
          Eyes that can see all the way to the other side of the earth. 
          Rainbow hair. 
          Fingernails colored red-pink-yellow, red-pink-yellow.
          A permanently attached spy kit. Right here.

Ask people what they wish were different about their lives, and many will say:  More time.

And different about the world? More peace.

I'd say this, too.

Below are images* from this last month, during which I've tried to make time and tried to be peaceful. 
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I'll be writing soon about a maybe-big project I'm all fired up about, and will (gulp) ask for something I'd like to have, but I need to focus on that ask and get my thoughts straight first.

(Maybe you'll discover you have this something and would very much like to get rid of it  -- No, no, no, it's not a jiggly rear, I already have one of those. Geez, people). 

I'm looking for some specific old things, and I'll be giving them a voice. You could help if you'd like. More on that to come.

Meanwhile, it is 3 degrees Fahrenheit in Anchorage.
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*If any of you are on Instagram, I'm @amymeissnerartist, where I post daily. 
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