So life is a blank canvas, some say, waiting to be filled with whatever may come. I believe this. but how daunting is that thought. You have a blank canvas sitting in front of you. It’s perfect. Sturdy. Clean. Bright white. … now what?

Sometimes i wish that ideas came naturally to me. But then again, having an idea is only the first step. I have to then carry it out. Point “A” to point “B”, right? I wish it were that simple.

I finally have an opportunity to show my art in December at a local coffee shop. I’m stoked beyond belief, but needless to say, I’m struggling. I have ideas, but what to do about them, I’m not sure.

I’m going to grab a orange popsicle out of the freezer and mull it over for a while.