Spring is coming and that makes me smile. I like the change of seasons even if it does take me a while to get balanced when the time changes. I often wonder why, as it's "just" an arbitrary number on a clock. Not being currently employed I don't have a rigid schedule so it shouldn't make such a difference to me.
Time is an interesting topic to ponder. Does time go in a line or circle? I'm inclined to be of the circle persuasion school; I have too often seen patterns repeat themselves in my life and those around me. What's old is new again and all that - fashions, crafts, attitudes, etc.
Then there is the question of what path we're on? I'd like a yellow brick road like this one in my garden. I think it's fun. This one is at the Antique Rose Emporium. I was in a happy mood when Lu snapped my picture. That's what a beautiful day and time with fun friends does for you.
This morning I came up the stairs and chuckled as I looked at this self portrait from about 1970. I moved it to the stairwell in Jan. when I cleaned and rearranged. I was a student at the University of Houston with David Hickman when I did it. He was new to the University and I remember that he brought considerable fresh air and at least a tad of conflict to the program; it needed it.
I learned a lot from him about drawing, painting, and thinking creatively. His work at the time referenced quilts, Persian minatures, and other patterned surfaces and my love-of-pattern soul felt like it had met a kindred spirit. My chuckle this morning was about the circle I've followed back to a very short haircut. I guess that too can be creative.