If your soul were fire I would only desire to be burned...

taking a niece break. she is painting a pollock and watching Jimmy Neutron. the air has turned from crisp and sunny to humid and heavy...but its nice...every now and then a big gust of wind passes through knocking down everything it missed the first time. two days off. saturday and sunday. bliss. I tell you..bliss.

I was re-visiting Garald's photos the other day....you can find them by clicking this name...supercilious...they really are so beautfiul. they inspire sighs and thoughts and ideas and long stares...he is open..and stunning...I hug thee...

Im off to finish a gesso-ing...

Peace