Life is art.  Art is life.  

What could be better than to celebrate it all.  The joyful tic – the skipped beat knocking at the back door of the mind found in paint, paper and the detritus of everyday.

Celebrate it all I say.  Include the decay and break-down along with each new stroke of hand, finger, tip, and tongue slick with the color of yes.  Yes to it all.

This – my stream of consciousness full of the shapes and hues which amuse, bemuse and suffuse me.

Come and play in Rowena’s Art Box.

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