Sunday, November 29, 2009
So a couple of days ago I made a painting for a $100 Art Box Show and my daughter said she'd deliver it, but then she said that I should make a better one so I told her it was my try at calligraphy.
Then today I made a better one on canvas (above) so I wrote her and told her to bring back the other one she hadn't delivered yet so I could make it better.
Where do I dwell? In anger, in forgiveness, in peace, in privilege, in emptiness, in self, in stories, in my house, in l...