Early musings - generous cruisings with an ink pen and water colour hem that helped to lift my zen and spoke courage over and over again. The studio - the place I know - when I let joy flow at my own say-so and heed no other creed than to enjoy life in full deed! And wistfully I saw how the doubt could no longer gnaw when in joy I start to roar at life's beckoning open floor. Heat and frame reduction and all an inward fluction but then the great suction came from below: we have joy we'll let you show in your veins dancing rains floods your plains in life's campaigns.
