one go back to go forward? The studio calls me ....faintly....faintly
I hear it beckoning. I guess one step at a time. I open the door
and the familiar smells of wood, canvas, brushes, oils and wax
open memory that have been stored away in secret drawers
for a long time. Once long ago I danced here in morning sun beams.
I finger brushes and unwrap pieces of art.......my art !
Well I have gathered together gold leaf, waxes and frames, today.
It is a step ... It is a start back on my journey. ~