when it hits your own tiny nest egg. Thanks greedy
banking guys with the foresight of what? Snails?
No -- snails operate by feel, and although they leave
a trail of slime, they do no harm. But I am moving
way too fast down the beach here.
What I want to say is that even if yours, and mine and
everyone's little protection against the chill of future
peril is diminished, you are still fine. I am still fine,
because we can create, and people will always need
the wonders we produce. I do believe that.
Thinking about summer
4 1/4 " x 6 1/4"
acrylic on watercolour paper
I found a cache of small paintings in acrylic on watercolour
paper that I'd put away for the next show, and forgotten
for a couple of years. I'm glad that when I discovered them,
I liked them. My work is always changing, but in the same
way I learn from my blog friends' paintings, I learn from
mine. This is a painting of my son, Sam, at a much younger
age. I like his pose, with that incredible flexibility of childhood.
He looks like he's right on the edge of the next stage --
probably 11. I know I painted it long after the fact.
The cardinal is the bird I'd love to include in all my
paintings. When one lands in the apple tree, or on the
fence I feel a sudden feeling of bliss. That's something
no banker can influence.
Have a who-cares-about-money?-day.