I'm working on final book art right now, so life largely consists of paint, pencils, pixels, coffee and copious amounts of podcasts. But I did manage to carve out a bit of time yesterday to paint a pot of flowers. And in light of that, I'm inclined to say that all's right with the world.
Here and there this month. I was going to say that I wouldn't miss February a bit, as it's been the most miserably long and snowy winter that I can remember. But then I thought of this show at the Lamont Gallery, coffee at Book & Bar and new ideas/fresh inspiration.
So I guess the shortest month wasn't a total wash-out after all.