“The arts are not a way of making a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
Sunday, May 6, 2012
From my occasional morning walk. There is a small hill across from this house that I used to run up and down at one time. Now I walk and then sit my behind down on a stone and draw. The stone was not comfortable. Small house for house hold help behind officers bungalows. Defense land.