after a weekend of spooky rock opera in a feed barn filled to the top with hay in point reyes, martinis on the top of the mark, political modern dance and a long bike ride along the coast… i feel like i’ve shifted my vision enough to see things anew.
i remembered why i like to create. to meld and filter through to the inspiring into an expression that is unique to me. to show the world what is my story composed of color, marks and bits. what is your story?
off to get a burrito to burn the midnight oil.
cupcake is a form of inspiration… (table from lolo’s birthday where she made us each special ones with butterflies, worms and a lemur if you’re lucky and didn’t eat gluten).