Find your why!

This is a rant.   I’m going to start a “Fuck the why!” Club When I start a painting I don’t ask it’s why.  it’s a fucking blank canvas…  I trust I’m going to go where it wants to go. I just paint or draw or color. ...

The Inner Curmudgeon

Signing up at the local bookstore for a Tarot reading. Along the back of the shop there are these little rooms where the person reads your cards. Enough for two chairs and a table. The woman reading for me is a bit scattered, her arm in a cast, she threw the cards. I...