What could be better? Misty Saturday morning. Strong columbian coffee. And the Thievery Corporation. Ahh. My apartment is small and humble. But I love it. I love being here. I am so grateful for this beautiful little place in a time when so many don't have a place to call their own. And I begin to understand, for the first time, what Virginia Woolfe meant. She was so right. I have my independence, and I won't give it up. Ever.
My creativity is gently calling - it's not in a rush. It feels gentle, slow, quiet, peaceful. Like the kind of lover I used to crave. At the end of the void - where time stops - I will have a new decor and several new paintings. I am inspired by the rain, and an odd source - the sloppiness of the City. Everything looks like art to me.
An archway leading to a parking lot where no one parks. A seemingly incongruous archway, pointing to my beloved Lake Erie Sky.
A bridge. Sloppily splattered with paint by the City - in a futile attempt to thwart the creativity of guerilla artists. Excuse me, a canvas is calling. Enjoy your weekend, dear readers. xxoo
All images by Peggy