Tomorrow I hang the paintings in NYC for the Select Art Fair. Last couple of days working on some of the clothing and some new ideas......
This is not about you
As you laugh in the sun
Free
At last I can say that
Standing here
Mountains sing
Galaxies dance
Like feathers in the sky
Waiting for the right moment
Clouds burst into tears.
small poem I wrote this morning. kinda hoping for something positive to come from this fair this week......but ready for disappointment......as always........