Dear Friends,
Today I started painting again. The really messy kind — flowers, with fingers and not even a brush. I spilled paint on the floor, but was able to clean everything up. I haven’t painted this way since Clark died. He would be happy.
In another kind of art altogether, here is a drawing I began a week ago, as the train pulled across the I Street Bridge. It looks like spoons, but it’s really the pointy tops of a fence surrounding a little house. I got carried away!
Love,
k
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