Caterpillars eat the leaves of milk weed and become …….
Just beauty,
enjoy pjc
Circles and seasons go round and round.
Once an elementary school, “Don’t Run on the Stairs” now elderly housing with memories of running on stairs.
Winter to spring, What is most valuble?
Winter is reality and summer just a mannequin.
As the temperatures rise [we can only hope] and the dollar falls I ponder what is it that is of value? Friends of course lead my list. But beyond friends as an Artist I look at what other people put value on? Of course there are your tools and materials. But what else is there “Time!” How do others value the time of an Artist? I ponder how an Artist is defined in this new global world? Certainly not as a profession for a profession is defined by “Billable Hours.” Is it technique? Tools? Mega Pixels? Something you do on the side to give back to the community? Or perhaps Community Service after you have stolen the future of the elderly, the poor and the children of the world. What is the value of time? What defines an artist? Just a couple of light hearted musings on a cold February morning. enjoy pjc
Free prints [for those who’s patronage keeps me here] Feb discounts for all.
Consider This
“If you don’t read the newspaper you are uninformed, if you do read the newspaper you are misinformed.” Mark Twain written prior to the birth of Rupert Murdoch