Like friends meeting on the street. Chit chat ensues. I liked the high key nature of this trio. Lots in common, yet distinct. Stories unfold and flow. Movement. Color. Rhythm again. Its all about the flow. Rhythms and flow. Walking, riding a trolley, moving at a different pace. Stopping to chat with a friend. All ways of looking closer. Being there. Taking it in. And then passing it on. I walk. Light dapples on the the bricks beneath my feet. A smile, a remembered phrase. the pleasure of it all. And paint moves from palette to piece.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Posted by Janice C. Cartier at 8:50 AM