the studio is filled with

me, dancing in circles to new music

watching pink snow fall

a fresh breeze

the sweet smell of my grandmother's favourite flowers

vibrations of morning strings

a warm heart

pthalo blue and aureolin hue

mixed all together and carefullly placed on a canvas

Glimpse into the studio

This is where i am these days (in the studio aka my bedroom); listening to new sounds, exploring new sights, looking inside, trying to get outside, the days grow shorter, the nights grow long, the kettle is on, the wine is open, the rain is pourin', the candles are lit, the bath is drawn, the boy is sleeping, the music is playing, the paint is dripping . . .