12 December 2012

blessed, I am

What's better than hearing a tenor singing in your tree top?

Hearing him singing while he cooks your dinner, of course.


This morning I woke early, at exactly the time my exhibition preview was being held in New Zealand. How can you get opening night nerves in your sleep?


I am really happy with some creative progress today. Now I am impatient to bring into painted image and crafted text the ideas I have jotted on paper.

Today I am grateful for art and music. 

1 comment:

Helen said...

You will have crowds gathering in the street to hear him :-)