Reflections on last night

(When it comes to Your light)
May my life be like a disco ball,
or bubble.

Let's Move

from light to light.
From here on obscurity is a no go.

Return

                                         

                                                         

Looking at old pictures makes me want to make new, better ones.  I guess that means continually newer, better life.
That's only possible one way.

Sunbeam

Dream the greatest painting, but until instrument meets medium meets surface, what do you have?

Were my life a painting, You would be the light
on the sidewalk
at the studio
shining down ever so intentionally in the gallery.

Merciful.