Friday, January 11, 2013


Oil on Wood
What could be more beautiful on a cold morning in the studio than Bach's Cantata BWV 4 ?
Or remembering  moments of my visit to a friend yesterday. A new wonderful thing is waiting to be discovered everyday, she said. Something simple. Experienced for the first time, or the same old thing seen in a new light.  Sundown. When the day gets gathered up and made into memory to be played over and over for all the years to come. I am going to hold on to that.

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