Sum­mer and grand­sons and art…

When­ever any­one asks Oliver and Emmett what hap­pens at Nana’s house, they say, “We have art projects.” Oliver sort of snorts when he says it, as if to say, “Stu­pid, what do you think we do — dig holes?”

Today we all went down to the Arts Coun­cil to retrieve the Ann Head from the dis­play cab­i­net. My art illic­its the same response that my writ­ing does — after time, I review it and think, “Hell, I made that? Where in the world did that inspi­ra­tion come from? How did I do that?”

The Ann Head does that to me. It is sublime.


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