Artwork Description:
Clouds squeeze forwards connect mountain tops. Sun has sting. Humid, and hot. Was out- yeahh.. walk to bus (Bebe, my little old jag girl sems not to get fixed to take me places) and waited. By time I reached destination I was drenched like coming in from the rain.. or is it out.. well, I wished.. Same on way back. Not that I did not enjoy being out.. just when clothes are wet and sun stings, not very energizing. Could not stay in one inch room. Came back with thought of creating.. but room is still same.. hot and humid.. so I got on my i-photo and started playing with sections of some of my progressive works.. and guess what.. I am so into it, that I forget about the rest.. hair wet- face.. palms stick to the key-board (I forgot correct word) but am hooked again.. discovered sections that just are calling for play.. serious play. See the houses.. some look pretty wasted. ... shadows around the sides and corners- some lingering- some hushing by.. and the one inside, towards front- back from window, but can see - looks out as if waiting.. for the so often predictable.. one thing - we can see him too. -- will see where it leads me from there- and so will you.