Just like a ghost walking in place

 

Music.

Keep fighting.

This is where all the stories start

10 years ago this week I arrived in Scotland to make it my home. There is so much I want to say about it, that it overwhelms me. So this week, I will just share some new art and say thank you to the trees, the flowers, the gardens, the birds, the paths, the wind, the hills, the sea, the music, the art, the cobblestones and old buildings and to all people who have loved, cared for, and supported me during this time. Those that are still here and those that are somewhere else. Thank you also to my dearest, Theo. 

Thank you. 

10 years can be celebrated this week, next week, and even all year. 

I love you, Scotland and I celebrate you every damn day. 

More soon. Keep Fighting. 

Grocery lists

There is a song for the feeling. 

Your ghost lives here

Musical interlude...

My brushes are clean

I gave my brushes a good bath (the pictures above are after the bath). I did some technical things relating to my art career. I went out and saw some good art around town. I said no to an opportunity. Another opportunity ended and another showed up. I listened to music and I talked to good people. I worked and I sang and I took a risk.

It's the start of August. 

Already. 

And my brushes are clean.

We might could

Falling to earth

A certain detatched sadness

Your tender heart

That's right

 Seems to be a theme.

Order of operations

 

Hello to the strong winds that brought me here

 

The difference between good and bad

Spring moves too quickly

An old story returns