Thirty minutes ago I emerged from the mall where my PO box is. I had just dumped my massive annual springtime greeting card mailing at the post office and was feeling a bit jubilant. Thirty minutes before that, an all-day soaking spring rain (a rarity out here)...
musings from the studio and beyond ~
dawn chandler’s reflections on art and life. . . .
noticing
which would you choose?
There's something you need to see — it has your name all over it." — so My Good Man informed me when I arrived at his house late afternoon of the solstice. Whatever it was, he'd discovered it on his trail run that morning over on The East Side — the wooded slopes of...