We are working on new shapes in the lyra. The painting (behind me) is creeping along, although I'm sick of painting my own face. I went to the Frick the other day and soaked up some serious magic, came home and worked again on my face. I'm looking forward to someone else's.
The wind is blowing fierce up from the harbor. It has a silky,throaty sound that makes the traffic seem tinny.
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All those Frick Fragonards!! Good stuff.
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