have to have hard cold seats? How come I need to have a reason to eat pomegranates in the bath tub? Why do I need to make a statement when all I want is to paint a chair? Why shouldn't I call myself an artist if I BELIEVE I AM? How come when I crave a bowl of Cherrios there is no milk? If I say something is so, isn't it? Why should I paint a landscape when I can only see 50 yards in front of me? Why should I stop at one glass of wine when there is no one around to share a bottle? And how come wonderful art is wonderful just because it's wonderful?
Why do metal chairs
Thursday, March 8, 2007
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Amen Sister, I love your chair
What a wonderful post! :) I raise a glass to ya!
Yes, I wonder too. Nice blog. Will look forward to future posts.