The chill in the night air... the familiar scent of the nearby fair... It's here. The excitement of new beginnings does not come in the spring--no, it is now. In September, when the leaves start to change and the temperature drops lower. When pumpkins grow riper and a new school year begins. When I slip into a more reclusive state and savor the feel of wool and the weight of my boots.
I've acquired paints and brushes of my own! I can't wait to start producing entire bodies of work. I'm still familiarizing myself with the techniques and capabilities of acrylics. What better way to spend the first of September than a new concept, good music, wine, tea, and a wonderful friend.
