Snow and ice here this morning, but the brighter light of late February is encouraging. No matter what they say, no artificial light replicates natural daylight, and is never as satisfying to work in.
Romanticism, which involves an emotional tie to the past, both cultural and personal, is almost gone. It can only exist with a modicum of quiet, and it requires some level of attention, both increasingly rare. Maybe no one else will miss it in the mete verse, but I will.
Greetings from a high mileage artist, typing his 1st Tweet. I used to think I knew a lot, but as I try to enter the cyber world, that bit of ego has been put to rest. If you'd like to check out more work and a bit about me, here's a link to my website. https://t.co/n3Iu13ByZb