Skirting through summer without making much art.  Waiting for the right conditions - erroneous!!  Perhaps come fall and darker days I will long to turn on the big lights, crank up the tunes and stir up an aroma of turps.  

Without a venue or a market in which to entice the public, to engage in viewing,  purchasing - it's sometimes a tiring affair.  For what do I strive to create beauty, challenge my creative skills, prove to myself and to the world that ah - this is my calling, my purpose.  Some people might just be sick to death with such demonstrations of.  Enough already Linda - go get a real job - who do you think you are.