...is not the only one that houses an odd assortment of work. I wandered around my studio today, uttering the odd ah, sighing the odd sigh. I've been restless. It's time to paint.
Tonight the launch of the Society took place. I wanted to be there. Instead I spent the evening wandering around. I came across Languagehat's lovely post on Margaret Avison and a sobering poem by Robert Hass.