[painting available on eBay]
I don't listen to music while I'm painting because the music, if there is to be any music, is in my head. While I was painting this, my inner voice started singing take me back to the Black Hills/the Black Hills of Dakota/to the beautiful Indian country that I love....
Spring is back. The air is benign, the robins are a comforting sight. I can take my walks again. The general mood is up: Coming out of the bank the other day, I heard a lilting male voice, redolent of the Caribbean, singing You are My Sunshine. I turned around and as he drew near, I joined in. We finished the song together, laughed, shook hands, and went our separate ways.
You have to create your own moments.