Weathering the Winter Blues

I tripped and broke my elbow late September. For weeks, I found myself too nervous to walk much at all while my arm was healing. Everywhere I looked I saw trip and slip hazards. Water on the pavement, leaves, plastic bags, frozen puddles, un-even concrete — treacherous enemies laying in wait to pull me down.[…]

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The Craft of Art

If you pay attention to the craft of painting, the expression will follow. It’s like building a home for your muse. No floor? walls? No roof? Not very inviting.

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