If I close my eyes to dream, I must fill the empty pages. If I close my eyes to dream, I journey to Paris where I am invisible, and I am seen. I make my way to the Seine, I walk along its quais and through its crowds, I wander north,through jostling neighborhoods toward home, […]
Joy Part 2: You’re a wall. Here’s a can of Krylon. Now what?
Do you find your joy in creating? Do tell…