Spring Break

I hadn't planned on being away so long.  In fact, I hadn't planned on being away at all.  But, the spring bug bit me and spring hadn't sprung yet.  You could say I had a bad case of "pre-spring" fever that flowed into spring.  It was really bad.

Poor Momma Cat tried her best to pull me out of the "fever" by doing silly things that were actually subtle reminders that I had a "to-do" list that I had better get to right away - like sewing new curtains for "our" art room. 

Even Frida's gaze couldn't scare me into getting those much needed projects started or finished.  I looked to the Virgin for help but I was taken by the beautiful colors and images surrounding her to forget about the help I meant to ask her for. 

I felt like "chess boy" trying to figure out what move to make. 

And then one day while trying to clear my desk area, my fever began to drift away.

The projects began to unfold.  It no longer seemed to matter that my hours at work were cut.  I began to look at less hours at work to mean more hours in my art space.  What was I thinking?! 

So here I am again.  Slowly making my way back to the world of paper, paint, stamps and words.  And  hoping you're still here to read them.