First you called me by smell.
Taste.
Such sweet bliss.
I moved through the afternoon with touch.
Cold. soft. smooth.
playing. shaping. molding you into form.
Soon you will be filled with love
and nourishment.
Sweet touch.
An offering.
These are my journeys through my artistic life. Sometimes a bit bumpy but never boring.

Saying good bye to the turtle altered spice bottle.
The show at the Mamaroneck Library was pretty successful. The Altered Spice Bottles received the most attention. I sold some framed mandala prints - 2 of my favorites - and some cards.
Today is the opening of our exhibit at the Wainwright House in Rye... in the area? Come check us out. The reception is between 5 and 7. It will be up until October 21. The work is hanging downstairs as well as upstairs in the Harborview room. I'm actually surprised we were able to fit it all in - and thanks to Caesar for his help in hanging the work!!!
Back to creating some mandalas. I pulled most of my art supplies into the dinning room "just in case" we lost power during the hurricane. Luckily we didn't, but I did get some work done creating cards, doing some framing, working a bit on a painting. Today, I got to do some creating for the new moon.. a bit of meditating and setting some intentions for the new cycle.
Since moving here, birds have played a more dominant role in our lives. We wake to them and listen more intently during the day.. Crow seems to call out more often and the sighting of woodpecker is more frequent. Cardinal as well.
One tiny incident.. or not so tiny... causes me to look within myself to find the real reason for the "mood". One decision made, sets off the feeling of doubt.. which way to go.. yes or no.. bringing up feelings of being taken advantage of.. caused by past decisions made.