I’ve become the crazy lady on the bus
It’s the middle of January. It’s cold. It’s dark. It’s foggy. But spring will arrive. I know this because as I was riding home on the bus there was actually…
It’s the middle of January. It’s cold. It’s dark. It’s foggy. But spring will arrive. I know this because as I was riding home on the bus there was actually…
Tonight was my weekly painting class at Anji’s. Last week we did four background techniques and this week our challenge was to turn at least one of them into a…
With the holidays and a new year, I always find myself thinking about milestones: what has happened in the last year? What will I remember? What have I already forgotten…