#42

art classes are a funny thing. by nature, art is very personal. yet, it is meant to be shared. i think that it is the concentration of the individuality in a classroom that is so interesting. the students that are so self-contained in other classes are exposed through their artwork. they can't not be. it's interesting to see who these people i have known for so long really are. is it as much of a surprise for them to see me?

i love the piano. i know some people who are amazing with their hands on the ivory. i wish that i could play.

i live in the best place. i am incredibly lucky. it astounds me to know what that piece of cloth means to me. i could not say enough for it, flawed though it may be. i love the promised land.

it's still trying to follow the sun. as much as they try though, sunflowers have down-time too. i suppose that it's best that way, though it does not always make me happy. there is a purpose to it, i am sure, and the time for sun will return soon. i like the broken trampoline in the background. it adds a nice touch.

night falling. why does the night fall? where does that expression come from? that's a discussion to be elaborated on later,i think. for now, those mountains are beautiful, and as much a part of "home" to me as walls and a roof.

a warm home in winter. i think that people living in warmer climates would have a harder time understanding that sentiment. i love having a warm home, water, clothes, bed, and machines that heat things. plus, within all that, is my family, which is really what home is.