It Could Be Sweet

Like a long forgotten weep..

Only 40 days away.. Christmas as always precursed by crass commercialism. Starbucks has already decorated. The addicts waltz around parading their candy apple red cups.

My lemons are missing. I buy organic, which costs a dollar more than the regular kind so when 3 out of 4 are missing in action, it really means six dollars out of my pocket.

Love life in shambles. Long distance is shorter when I am in France and his arms are encircled with mine. Calling card savings....

Art critique tonight. Lacey praised mine. I admit its taken on a mind of its own. Instead of taming the paper to yield my preconceived notions I work through drawings, letting them evolve and self perpetuate.