It's just enough to give people a peek inside my head as I painted. I'll save the longer story about the mysteries of our attic for the book.
How about you? Did you ever rummage around in old forgotten places and find something from your family's past? Fun, isn't it?
By this time next week, I will have delivered all of the work for the solo show. What a journey!
Until then, enjoy the smell of decaying leaves and hot soup, (hopefully not together).
And while you sit on your porch sipping hot cider, be sure to listen for birdsong!
Jan
P.S. I realize that I forgot to share the rest of the story "How My first Love Lost His Marbles." Soon.