It shut like a book this afternoon. One minute I was full of August, easing my way down Highway 12, windows down, music blasting, the hot wind whipping in thick ribbons against my neck. The next minute I was chilled to the bone. To the bone. I'd been at work.
Life is too short and art is too long.
I am an artist first, but I have to earn a living. Bourgeois excuse, someone would have accused me in '68, back when the revolution was at hand. I'm kidding, sort of. Besides, I take pride in being a woman with Mechanical Skills, as Gulfside Elementary's esteemed principal Granger Morris would say. It must have been around three o'clock when I finished painting the cafeteria ceiling an incredible azure blue, and I'd added the Peliades and a few other constellations as my signature.