It has been so desperately gray and cool, the rain came so hard today it swallowed the mountain and shook the windows in their frames. I am torn between urges. I want to be still and quiet, alone with my writing and my thoughts, kittens, peppermint tea. But also I want my soft white walls draped in crimson, candle light and bourbon, moving to the slow tattoo of a hand drum, dripping phthalocyanine over raw canvas. Thankfully, I have both the day and the night.
Zoe and Kami