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.