The title of the painting below, I’m Not a Therapist, So I Can Talk About What I Can Talk About, sounds like crazy talk. But I heard a man say that very thing. At one time I thought my cat was crazy; I’d gave him a wad of crumpled paper; he loved it, but as a result he also became suspicious  of the furniture, the pile of books and the empty Spider Man head- shaped bucket on the floor, all of which had been there for years. I thought, “His logic is off.  There’s no cause and affect to his thinking. Crazy cat thinking strikes again.” But upon refection I remember a great deal of my water bill  pays for promoting the tourist industry, and NASA now promotes friendship with other cultures! Maybe it’s me that’s crazy; this is enough to cause me to expect to fall down when I walk.   nancymauerman.com

I’m Not A Therapist So I Can Talk About What I Can Talk About – Framed