Dear Life, Walking through the studio I said to a friend, “I’m not doing any art”. She pointed to a book on my art table and asked, “What’s that?” I opened the pages and showed her some ink and watercolor word poems. We laughed. She smiled. “That’s nothing?” No, it’s something. My hand is always moving even though my head says, “You are doing nothing”. Plight of an artist.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose