I don’t know where the time has gone. Already it’s September and the morning chill has me in a wool-lined hoodie. The sky is beginning to show hints of that deep Payne’s Grey that comes
Late this evening and before watching Goodbye Angelica (see next post), I’d had a painting session. I think it lasted about an hour before I felt a bit of pain behind my eyes and had
We don’t create in spite of a pandemic, we learn to create in light of it. These were the words that came to mind as I surreptitiously watched a swath of blue dragonflies in what