I am set firmly in my place. I have been here for 34 years and I will not
Other people are in other places, other countries, other lives.
But I am here. This is my place, and I am happy.
Every morning I get up, feed the cats and go upstairs to work in my attic.
There I have pencils, paper, paint, brushes, clay, glazes, tools,
magazines, books, envelopes, rubber stamps, cardboard and even a hammer.
In another room there is a printing press and in even another room a
All day long I make things.
I make sculpture and postcards and letters and pictures
and once in awhile even a print.
Sometimes I ask myself: where am I going? What am I doing? What is it for?
What is life all about? Is this it? Is there more? Am I missing something?
And sometimes I think--this is it. This is right.
I am happy. What a bonjour day!