A LABOR OF LOVE~LABOR DAY FEATURE~The question I am asking myself at 5 am is "Where did the summer go?"A LABOR OF LOVE~LABOR DAY FEATURE~ by 33M
I remember waiting, staring out the windows at the late winters snow and storms, then searching, most times on my hands and knees for a
hint of green coming up out of the snow, feeling breathless if I saw a small hint of color attached to the green,then finally the flowers, stems, bushes, birds returning, bunnies, nests, eggs, and then "Bounty".
I have also seen many many artists grow and grow up here during the
past year. I have watched as many have pushed their old boundaries
out of the way and stretch themselves to new avenues, new techniques,
sometimes finally sharing their lifes dreams in new ways. And what is
Art if it does not ask a question, if it does not tell a story, if it
does not sometimes set the soul reeling...
I have collected many many pieces in the past couple of weeks, and
have developed a new appreciation for Black/White, Surreal/Abstract
and Portrait/Street Work. Oh, did I m