Living The Dream

Friday was the culmination of a long month (in my art world), a very long week, a long day and finally, one long night.

My paintings are currently in a gallery in LaJolla on Prospect St.

Does it matter that I spent two and a half hours in almost stopped traffic in the much needed rain (so not to complain, just saying it was sunny again today). Paintings wrapped in plastic were in puddles of water by the time I arrived, late.

I was soaked through from loading and unloading. And this was the easy part. The part that went almost smoothly. The rest, I don’t want to remember. It’s done. The art walk is over, my art is in a cool spot. It happened.

My soul is still intact.