next year we're extending our art retreat to 4 days. 3 isn't enough.
i need more time to flop around in the warm pool water. do handstands. sit in the jacuzzi. scan the sky for shooting stars.
go on excursions.
we found a row of antique/thrift shops. i agreed to go into one, AND ONLY ONE. i found 2 birds, 5 plates, and 2 glass jars.
amen brother ben!
between the 3 of us we must've had 20 sketchbooks in various piles around the house.
how nice it was to go through stack after stack throughout the long weekend.
looking through sketchbooks never gets old.
open. flip the pages. smile. laugh. ooh and aw. guaranteed delivery device for excitement.
art retreats are like that.
you show up. you laugh scream sing and storytell your way to delirium. with cat stevens & gordon lightfoot leading the way.
crazy stupid funny good. naturally you write down the best lines to laugh about next time.