Katgrrl's blog

When I was homeless, I was so sick with defeat and surrender that I didn't care what happened to me. I didn't care if I sat on a park bench all day and looked at my shoes.

One of my favourite stories is the one about the wealthy vacationer strolling along the beautiful white sandy beach near his hotel, early in the morning.

One of my sketches is called "Skylight, AC, Trendy Neighbourhood" showing a man sleeping on cardboard against a city building.

I added another painting to the image gallery entitled "King-size Waterbed." It just fascinates me that people can sleep on the stone-cold pavement. They must suffer the worst arthritis imaginable.

I hope this doesn't offend anyone. It was not my intention. I meant it in a tongue-in-cheek, sarcastic way, aimed at the government... and other elitist bigots. :D
Cheers,
Katgrrl.

I want to thank Homeless Nation for inspiring me to create again. I lost all my creativity when I became ill and have only begun to dabble in my art a bit, once more.