…and there’s no market for lemonade.
Nobody takes the time to search for my cozy little out-of-the-way lemonade stand anymore (admittedly, I was never very good at marketing it in the first place.) Sure, it may not be the newest or flashiest stand in town, but I’m proud of the fact that I built it myself (with no training in the field of lemonade stand building.) I gave it a few minor renovations over the years, but it never seemed to make a difference in terms of lemonade consumption. People visited because they wanted my world-famous gourmet lemonade. The stand was merely a means of letting people know I had lemonade available – always 100% natural & made with REAL passion, hope and good intentions.
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- “New Hope #252″ – 16″ x 20″ – breast painting
Initially, the onslaught of lemons was a blessing because making lemonade made me happy and it made lots of other people happy too. My lemonade used to sell briskly and I even ran out of lemons several times. I regularly donated some of my profits to charities that battle citric cancer, a devastating disease that affects 200,000 and kills 40,000 lemon trees annually. It felt nice to be able to “ade” the community in that way.
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- “New Hope #251″ – 12″ x 12″ – breast painting
My neighborhood is now littered with the garbage of corrupt lemonade vendors who have stolen my signage and tried to capitalize on partial recipes that were clearly obtained from my once-successful lemonade stand. The lemonade industry has become cheapened with mass-produced, artificially-sweetened lemon water containing unnatural ingredients like lies and lemony tears that were obviously extracted from tissues found in MY garbage. I’d leave if I could, but I have nowhere else to go. I’m destined to make lemonade…but what’s the point if nobody wants it?
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- “New Hope #214″ – 18″ x 24″ – breast painting
Dear Life,
The lemons were nice at first (did you get my thank-you note???) but now they’re piling up rather quickly, don’t you think? What I thought was a gift has turned into some giant practical joke to you. Not cool, Life. It’s apparent that there’s some sort of crazy surplus on these things, and you have nothing better to do than torture me with them. Real classy. I am now refusing lemon deliveries on a daily basis for your entertainment.
You gave me common sense and a creative outlet, then told me to follow my dreams. I worked hard, helped others, and found a way to make an honest living doing something that was perfectly suited to the life of anxiety, trust issues, irrational fears, and traumatic experiences you also gave me. I even took your advice and starting offering limeade.
Life, you hired me for a temp job that you knew was being phased out. You left no instructions. Do you know how horrible that feels? I have no clue what I did to deserve this.
Please stop with the lemon thing. At least switch to kiwis or something smaller to delay the drowning process a little longer.
Kira
P.S. Lemons are fantastic sound insulators. No one has complained about my screams of despair yet. Was that your idea or just a coincidence?
In case you’re new here: lemonade = breast paintings
I don’t know why I bothered using metaphors on a blog no one reads. Perhaps I felt the need to illustrate that this mental illness stuff can happen to anyone, and it relates to the chemistry of the brain, not the intelligence of the individual. Some of us have brains with loads of potential, but the wiring is screwed up. It bothers me that there are people who can’t understand that depression is not a matter of willpower, and anxiety isn’t something you just get over by facing your fears. A severely depressed person can’t “snap out of it.” This really needs to be common knowledge among those who are blessed with sanity but cursed with ignorance. Chances are, someone you know is dealing with depression right now. Maybe they aren’t broadcasting it loud and clear like I am, but please be sensitive about the subject…so many people are overwhelmed with life right now, and they may be putting on a happy face for your benefit. Don’t ignore friends/family because they’re less fun to be around…those feelings of abandonment just add to the misery.
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- “New Hope #240″ – 16″ x 20″ – breast painting
2 days ago I started taking Zoloft, the same “antidepressant” that gave me suicidal thoughts (about 7 years ago.) I’m terrified. Yes, my doctor knows all this, and yes, he prescribed it anyway because this time I’m also on medication for my ADD. This is my 6th attempt with antidepressants, and I’ve never gotten any lasting benefit from any of them. I even mentioned in a previous post about Lexapro that I’d never take an SSRI again. The side effects are brutal, and withdrawing from them is pure hell. Past experiences tell me I’ll be OK for a few months and then my body will tell me to get the meds out of my system. I’m not comfortable with taking synthetic chemicals that result in an inability to express real emotion. Yoga, meditation, breathing exercises, natural remedies, etc. may be helpful in alleviating moderate stress and depression. However, they all require motivation, discipline, and a mind that’s free from racing thoughts. I’m 0 for 3 at the moment, so I see no other option than to try these stupid little pills once again. I’ll take the 3 months of being “somewhat OK” and deal with the other 9 months of living a nightmare when the time comes.
This post isn’t entirely about my plummeting art sales, the resulting poverty, or my fractured sense of self-worth. If you don’t hear from me for a while, it’s because I’ll soon be dealing with a few unrelated, yet very painful events that I’m just not equipped to handle. The only thing I’m certain of is my current fragility.
I hope your holidays are filled with serenity and peace.
Lemonade, anyone?



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I'm an Internet-based (anxiety-ridden) abstract artist residing in Connecticut. I'm best known for my breast paintings, which I've been offering sporadically since 2001. You may also be familiar with my work with Koopa, the world's 1st professional painting turtle (now enjoying early retirement.) I'm currently spending lots of time creating photographs, beaded jewelry and poetry too! Check out some of the links on the top and sidebar, read some back posts, wander over to www.turtlekiss.com, and be sure to leave a comment if you have anything to add. Thanks for visiting!
























