complete rambling

When I take time to think of my work, I think of myself in a small dark cement room with a couple direct lights shining up the wet canvas I have attempted to abuse. I also think of myself about 20 lbs. thinner with long dark ringlets. Yes, I’ve seen this in a movie too, okay so it’s unrealistic but enchanting anyway. I do read Jane Austin and Chopin so I know enchanting. We all wonder about the beauty that caresses some and how the structure of the stem generates that of an elegant bloom. We ponder how to draw this beauty into our work. Maybe those of us that don’t ponder are the creators and those of us that do; well are the appreciators of such.

Today the trees are still and the air hangs dense around us.