5 AM. birds are doing the group chanting thing and I am working here too.
I am slowly unboxing paints, brushes, scraps of paper, rulers, erasers…and lots more. I have emotional attachment to every one of these items that have made it across the Pacific and Atlantic. Some have crossed the big ocean more than three times depending on its country of origin.
This is good for me, my friends. I have missed my art belongings for so long. This process is emotional–being reunited with the ones held in hostage in two and a half years. Now they are coming back home.