My friend, Craig, who custom makes guitars, brought this one over for me to paint. It is so innocent without its strings and certain parts masked. It will hang for a while and I will look at it.
Meanwhile my painting seems very happy hanging next to it...
At the other end of the space the amaryllis is slowly unfolding, its shimmery deep red petals exuding a certain velvety cat paw anemone thingness.
All else is normal. Trapeze, paintings & juggling balls carrying their weight in terms of color.
I seem to need a fair amount of it around me.
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