just outside the kitchen
window, our favorite silver maple dropped these leaves. i picked em
up and painted the backs, pressed em onto black shirts (christmas
presents for sunny & darby) and then sat there detailing in a
christmas trance. oh, to get lost in that kind of momentum. the red
balls appear to hang because of the unbelievable number of layers
of paint. like this work, christmas is a burst of extravagance, not
created BY us, but FOR us. and not with reason, but with rhyme. |
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