Before Work

Pondering the park and creating art are certainly a pleasant pairing.


Today I played in the park.


I drew in the dirt and chased a few ducks.


I moved every few minutes from the shade to the sunshine. We were nomadic musicians, moving from benches, to the ground, to the dreamer, to the rocks, and to the roses.


I pondered these limbs. I climbed them with my mind. I pondered my own limbs.


Everything is part of the mosaic.


This is part pop art, part soul pop, part bright frames, and part lite brite.