but you make progress all of the time. Or should I say process? This week I went through lots of paper, folded and ready to throw away but now I have an entry for The Magic of Color. How could I forget glorious peach.
You are the mood
No need to ask, am I understood?
Sweet like fruit
Spring love in pursuit
A little pink, a little yellow a touch of brown
peach roses can I always have you around?
Aren’t you always?
Anyway there’s no bad art. All of the art you make is process. You have to hold on. You’ll be surprised when you do.