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