Lapse.
Time does.
I think of light as a magician, changing worlds and dust motes with equal grace and gravity.
I think of time as a trickster.
I don't know what to write you, exactly.
I'm in a flux here, between this and that.
So I'll say that your artist is in a large sort of and difficult sort of transition between, well,
this and that.
What I've learned, so far, is that being between this and that can be very, very hard.
And that sometimes a week can seem like one very long day.
If you're waiting for art and concerned, please don't hesitate to write to Angie at the harlikn7@aol.com address. If I owe you correspondence, please send me a reminder.
We're catching things up.
Children are playing in this house.
Good meals are being prepared. Friends are telling stories.
There's every reason to believe this reality will work itself out in the art.
So. I'm thinking that's the direction I'll head toward now.
Thank you for being here. Really, really.
g'night
