That's the first time I've written "2010." Seems impossible.
Sorry to have been so long getting back. We arrived home on the 28th, and the past week has been full of laundry, thank you notes, and lovely memories.
There is a time when good ideas seem to come in. It's that hazy, dark, quiet phase between wakefulness and sleep when I find myself visualizing the construction of a new painting. Oddly, I either find myself drifting into this, or I can make it happen. It's a very easy time and takes no mental discipline to create like dropping into a trance. (I tried that years ago and realized, sadly, that I'd never develop the skill because it takes too much commitment. I have enough grief just getting my exercise in.)
This is when the gods speak to us, and the message is always novel, fresh, and compelling. I wish the Main God were this personable and clever and easy to find. I'd even go back to church if It were.
PW
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