"The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever."
I lived a life of setting goals and now I am retired from all that. Now I have the time to reflect on all the hurry scurry of my former life. Now I can choose how I want to spend the last third of my life.
Having said that I want something for my work as an artist: visibility. So plans are taking shape. First, a classy business card. Then restarting my blog. And sending images to juried shows that might be matches for my work. Bravely signing up for IGNITE at C4 Atlanta to discover what it means to be an artist entrepreneur. Being with a community of artists.
My work will be seen but only as the river flows.