It was time. The birds do it, the bees do it. Not that! I mean spring cleaning. Yes the cleaning fairy bit me in the ass this week and I had to attack my studio work table. It’s like when you are driving and you turn down the radio, so you can see better. Know what I mean? The dead roses, while charming in the cold vast wasteland of winter, seemed dusty and brittle and old.
So everything came off the table and a good cleansing was had. Wow! New roses (on sale $20 for 24 stems!) and now I can see again. I threw open the windows and blared Phil Roy. It was very cathartic.
And lo and behold a little inspiration drifted by, and since I had space to work, I whipped out this little beauty. A mail art thank you card to a dear friend, for a sweet gift.
May the force be with you. Peace out.