Oh, what a week it's been, a few more hours of work and then, a time to sit with God and consider the work of my hands creation this week.
See art is not just sitting down pen to paper, images drawn, your mind it must have space.
And when your life's a raging sea of Have To"s like grandpa, I've skinned my knee, or "Can I have the car keys please? " It makes me rage inside my sou!
See, all I want is a simple 2 hours, a place that I can put my art, my paints, and board inclined. That no one touches but leaves alone respectful of what's mine
Don't get me wrong, Selene 's heart additions, to the boarders of the art she loves so much, is not my sorrow, it when cup rings on an illustration, that I've been working on for half the generation of my grandson, Noah, 1 year old., were left by some one needing something off my desk.
So, forelorn as I am, today's edition is a poem. But why is that, you may ask? That being I wish to finish this week's work.