twisted influences

I took my sorry body to an acupuncturist. I've done acupuncture before without much effect.  This time I'm hopeful.  There was a lot of talking involved.  I described my art to her,  food paintings, and yes clearly, looking at my body, I've had issues with food.  When I told her about my Asian Influence series, I could not pinpoint when my fascination with Asia began.  As far as I could recall the only link was my mother.  My parents went to Japan and Thailand when I was young.  Connie Francis had a hit song called "Mamma" at the time and I cried copiously each time it was played on the radio. About ten times a day for two weeks.  My parents returned with wonderful pieces.  I told her I also paint a lot of sailboats.  She asked if I like to sail.  I answered, no, I spent my childhood summers becalmed, run aground or lost in a fog bank.  She said, "So you paint things that have had negative resonance."   It was a startling thought.
 So there you go, Psychotherapy and unblocked qi in one fell swoop.

I gimp I can, I gimp I can...

This pastel from my statues series is called, "Ah, Youth..."
I'm using it for this blog because I'm feeling old and cranky.  I always get this way when my body decides it has had enough.  Various sections are shutting down.  It's not fair.  I eat too much, but it's always healthy, five-a-day, fiber-licious food.  No fried foods, a minimum of red meat.  A soupcon of vodka.  I exercise a minimum of 30 minutes a day.  And I think good thoughts.  Really.
So why am I limping, unable to climb stairs without pain, and dealing with two tears in my rotator cuffs.  It isn't as if, as my husband pointed out, I just pitched a no-hitter.
Life is a bowl of mole.