It’s another beautiful snowy morning. I pull up the curtain in the kitchen nook, reheat some coffee from yesterday, and greet the works in progress on my easel. It turns out that all I needed was to move my studio back home. Painting my way back into myself, and allowing that expression to overflow out. Ever since I revealed Holocene, I’ve been drawing,…
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