Always thinking, wandering, slipping, into oblivion. I watch my feet, averting my eyes. Glitter catches my gaze as I stare down into the sun. Shuffling amusement, laughing, talking, brilliance bouncing off of the surface. Golden skies and rudabaga, fantasy and reality. Moving ever onward..........
Friday, June 12, 2009
Apple and His Friends
Apples are fun, so colorful. I was painting along and I look up and he has bugs. They sat there for a long time ( the bugs sat there for a long time, the apple didn't have much of a choice).