Thursday, March 25, 2004
RLTB™
Yesterday I intended to write about why my wife's drawing affected me so deeply. The problem is that I don't think I can really analyze my feelings about it without picking them apart and maybe losing them. I can say, though, that every piece of art my wife creates reflects her heart, and that picture is a beautiful reflection. Also, I have no idea how she's able to capture the essence of dusk with only black ink and white paper.
I'm bringing this up again because I'm short on time and ideas for writing. This will have to be a day when real life trumps blogging.
