He leads me to Water

Mon cheval est grand et fort.

Inexpliqués

C'est soir, something is astir. I am ready to explore again, explore the pathways of serendipity, chance and sweet vibration. I say this past year has been grounding, wholesome, and no place but this studio apartment could unravel such magnificence.

But a fireplace? 

A basket by the door with collar and leash, wet from melted snow and warm from a panting heart of mine?

It fills pages of the rosy banal: the satisfying tao of a homemaker.

In lieu of flowers, send a garden hose. 

Ouvre-t-il la fenêtre?

Oil on hand-stretched Canvas

4 ft x 5ft

Summer In

Good news, my friends.

I will be spending June July in Cook County, Illinois.

August-bound, this old train of mine.