And what am I going to do today? I am glad you asked. First thing I am going to have breakfast at the wonderfully designed new restaurant down the street. I dare not tell you the name because I want to have a place. If I told you well then you might be one of the multitude of fans that take the tables instead of me. So, in to the shower and then I am off to the races. (did you join my event) What? Not yet? Well now's the time.
September 9, 2015 In the romantic novels the artist goes way up to his tiny attic on the very top of his house to create and be free. Sometimes it has a great view of Paris. Or sometimes the person is a writer who creates great novels and ideas. They both seal themselves from the rest of the world to do great things. Well why not imitate? I live in a woman's residence in a very small room. When I first arrived I imagined it as a womb. A creative womb in which I would heal and rest and create great art. I would sit on the bed cross yoga position with hands on my legs and look out the window and the blue sky. I would imagine I meditated. I would imagine I was one with the blue sky. Well years have gone by and I no longer think of the room as a womb. It became a small and impoverished cell for a while and then my imagination took over again. I thought of it much like that attic. So now it is my studio in which I develop and frame the photographs that I create. I ha
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