Strawberries and Creme

Some days are scented. Enhancing. Fuller, more sublime. From perfumes to Valrhona chocolate tastings to pastries with creme. I've been at it again. Looking for it, reaching, searching a path. To find my way home. Not a city, or a street , or an island, although there are some I would choose. But closer, more important than those, a path back to me. I did not consciously do it. Lock me away, like my possessions and paintings, those that survived, being held in a warehouse in New Orleans by a friend. It has been just too much, too much to describe. Too much loss, too much gone, too much denied. This little experiment is bringing me back. Back to the joy, the play with a friend, the hope is there, a glimmer again. I have a large wetlands painting, again sent back to a friend.He'll frame it just right.It's going in a show in New Orleans, an honor, which I can't attend. "Unknown Territories" is the name of the exhibit. So aptly named. So look at this cake, this cake with it's abundance and shine. You'll see the glimmer, polished by friends, of an artist, well blessed in spite of it all.Coming back a bit at a time. Coming back we hope to a fullness more potent, a brush more sublime. Maybe you'll catch the scent of a women looking for joy once more.Freshness and light. Luscious creme in paint. Strawberries in glaze. A cake that is sweet. Some days are scented. And that makes me smile.Those boxes have been packed away so so long.