I have to go to work now. Days in the office meeting deadlines, sending things to print, emailing and dealing with reluctant computers.
But these three things have to set and it is so cold out in the garage.
I can wait.
And I have my evenings.
Listening to Agnes Obel.
Writing and drawing.
Wine and roses.
The evenings are mine.
Labels: moulds, poems, resin, studio