Hiding

I'll admit it.  I've been hiding.  End of school - beginning of the camping season - lack of motivation - whatever... dust is piling up on my art supplies and desks, sketchbooks are laying forlornly around the house.  But... I feel a breeze blowing - I've got an idea in this head of mine that may spark another and another and another...  It's one of those I can see almost fully formed before I've even started.  I love that.

Out from under the covers now - pencils and brushes and scissors (yes...SCISSORS) at the ready.  There may even be a thrift shop involved somehow, but we'll just play that by ear.