This painting is leaning up against the closet in my little studio. I 'finished' it a couple of weeks ago, along with another one inspired by 'Nazca Lines.' It really needs more space!!!
This greeted me this morning when I opened the door to my studio: Bathed in the golden thick, almost winter light, they vibrate with their own energy. They startled me. Wow, I thought, who has been in here?
Yes, work must bring me income, as I am about as far as one can get from being independently wealthy (and in light of world-economics, I am wealthy). I have come to a point in life where I realize that every moment is "my work." Every moment is why I am here, on this planet, in this chair. Just a moment ago I stood at the back gate, with a warm, brown egg in my hand, the sky over my head a pale, wispy blue, the maple tree bare, the sun in my hair warm. Solstice approaches and we have two full moons this month.