at my window, a garden of truth.
on saturday, i was called to paint.
on monday, i found a window hiding behind a window and they both lit-up instantaneously.
it was so clean and so vivid. i began work.
yesterday, i had a blinding encounter with a piece of music that left me shaking--like conditioning had been broken. another soon followed. then another. i was pushed to work on these paintings.
i am in tune with it deep. everything clicking into place. at my window, a garden of truth.
time slowed. everywhere i look: opportunity. i apply. i email. i secure a commission. i generate a design for a mural in june.
all the time i am painting.
for five hours this dance. manic-momentum. overwhelming. wonderful.
this morning it begins again. good morning!