Courtesy of The Painter’s Keys It is something to be deep in the snow in winter, to be deep in the yellow leaves in the autumn, to be deep in the ripe wheat in the summer, to be deep in … Continue reading →
A new server at a local restaurant must have decided not to take any chances on any in her care having a messy moment so she plopped down a pile of napkins and these on my table. Since I wasn’t … Continue reading →
I am in the present. I cannot know what tomorrow will bring forth. I can know only what the truth is for me today. That is what I am called upon to serve, and I serve it in all lucidity. … Continue reading →
When I got home I added test swatches for two new colors I’d gotten this morning. I stopped at Arlene’s Art Supplies on my way to work because I was waiting for my car to hit 100,000 miles and didn’t … Continue reading →
I went up a road I didn’t remember, looking for some clear view of some impressive morning clouds today. This took me away from my normal Stewart’s coffee but luckily brought me out to the Cumberland Farms in Stephentown which … Continue reading →
Work can only be universal if it is rooted in a part of its creator which is most privately and particularly himself.
